Lyrics:
And they done with dime
You had your work all week shit I hustle mine
I hustle hard
Hustle hard I ain't never fine
I just hit a lick, all white bricks
Woman, don't you ever wonder
Where you'd be if I just walked on by
What's your name?
Can I take your number?
Darling come with me
I'm going
and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin' when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin' in this, livin' hell,
Wo, man, deh you are!
When the race gets hard to run,
It means you just can't take the pace.
When it's time to have your fun,
You find the tears
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had his money I'd do things my way
Hmm, but little they know
Hmm, it's so hard to find
One man in
We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds,
Ain't on the edge of no popular trend.
Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
We don't care if you
Lonely nights followed by absent day
You found it so hard to be with me
My mind tells me you've got evil ways
But my heart's fell in love so
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had his money I'd do things my way
Hmm, but little they know
Hmm, it's so hard to find
One man in
Not so long ago I set out on this road
With my friends and my companions by my side
And I think of you wherever I do go
I'm a rambler, I ain't
was gonna be hard to keep up with the Joneses
But as fate would have it
That Atlanta magic got put out by them damn Padres
And I guess destiny ain't
destiny
And I know it's especially
Hard with all these girls just testin' me (come on)
Uh, and you gon' question me
If she even stand next to me
But
It's hard to make it
Gettin' harder every day
It's Hell tryin to make it
When you're doin it by yourself
It's Hell payin taxes
When there's no
pimping time flash by you
Now I wonder what the judge think as he reading my priors
Prison ain't full and the reefer ain't bias
You ain't got to tell
anybody we can see? Maybe
It's the same for you as it is for me
I ain't seen my family in twenty years
That ain't easy to understand, they may be dead by
ground
It's hard to bite my lip
But, I ain't saying a word
I give you all the rope to hang yourself
That you deserve
You might be ahead of me in her
But I've finally grown up
And I finally changed from that someone I was to somebody I ain't
But she finds it hard to believe that she's turned me
Hey hey hey, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said, 'No, would you come home to me?'
And I said, 'Hey, ramblin' boy, now
love I love I love I love
The way you wear your hair
Ain't that lovin' you
Ain't that lovin' you
For more reasons than one, well
Somehow my
Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la
Shangri-la la la la la la la la la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You
Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You've reached
Yes, I guess you know by now that you ain't the only one
Yeah and baby, ooh sweet things that you promised me yeah
They seemed to go up in smoke
you, yeah, woo
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Hey, rub my feet, gimme something
to bring and show you,
Caught ya with the trickster too.
Sometimes i wonder how ya knew
A hypnotist, fancytalker,
Ruben remus ain't no doctor
I knew
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