East West Hustlers

Yo whassup kid? Yo every motherfuckin year I spend $70,000 for a fuckin picnic, 4th of July You motherfuckers come and eat up my shit, now that's right Bitches too, bring your own fuckin brown paper bag Get out my fuckin yard Nah na not this year, I'm not fuckin with motherfuckers I'm stickin niggaz up, puttin 'em on the grill Charcoalin motherfuckers That's right [Kool Keith] I call up Motion, crank the pipes in the green Cutlass Stankhead roll, super fly spinner on gold vogues From here to Texas playin Master P, in the Lexus Speakers and rearview, comin to, bangin through you Strippers that wiggle wind up, out them short pants And bitches can dance here's yo' yip baby suck my dick That's on the Ampex reels, countin dollar bills Don't smoke no bit that weed man smell like shit [Motion Man] I'm built for action, my hairy chest with gold chains just smokes a fraction, and saves some for the brain My ostrich headband, playin ball Move upon the floor like I'm Allen, show my crossover now Cadillac the fifth wheel, six hoes in the back Keith packin the steel Nigga how the fuck you comin out with this scalliwag? She ain't ridin in my love With that kitchen and that kinky purr, or belly rub And take that other fat hoe with the blubber, I roll like Daytons Very expensive for you ones on budgets, my name is Clifton Capital see-lift off, giraffe jacket Puma jeans, trout shoe, elk hat Yo rub my back 'til my penis bulge out of my slacks Be like a crook and stab you right up in your tuna and hug it I got the bait, five Cadillacs deep in yo' state Be like them vogue tires, gold trim, I fucked you you're fired [Chorus: repeat 4X] [K] East West hustlers [M] We showin out [K] Bronx to the Bay-ay-ay [M] We showin out [Motion Man] You know how it is, I hear a noise and take my shit straight to the shop Nigga FIX MY SHIT and run it by eight o'clock Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-ass drawer nigga Yo tell him you with Clifton, and Lady Jones clockin these figures You see we all connected My leopard spot drawers got infected I had a velvet condom, eagle socks, tyrannosaurus rex, turtlenecks Niggaz sweatin in a drop-top Vette, but it ain't mine [Kool Keith] 44 mag glove compartment and the plastic bag I come real with shit, Bobby who you fuckin with? You down South with the Klabman, close your fuckin mouth I'm Lenny Jones, chewin steaks, y'all eatin chicken bones 4th of July them city boys come and start trouble Uncle Harold lightin ass with the double barrels Winchester sawed-off, blast a motherfucker's neck off We blow yo' leg off, the shirts and yo' whole head off We called the ambulance, paramedics in yo' progress My cousin Ricky, with jheri curls through yo' vest Double ocks catch crews out there in many spots Big boy Uncle Pete, down South hustler Go help Aunt Reese, you motherfuckers bring the mustard Chicken salad, don't fuck with grandma layin on the palette y'all take aim and rest, with liquor on yo' fuckin breath [Chorus] [K] I put the garbage out, get your ass out the bedroom [M] I tamed the monkey, squeezed the vocals up out the sparrow [K] Usin your tactics, your little speakers sound plastic Crossover samples, don't try to come, like you Rambo Get in yo' ass again, you get the real blast again [M] I leaned up on the curb and slid some beer for my folks Took some tokes, Clifton, liftin Suck my anal, the baldheaded kid unclog yo' shit like Drain-o [K] East West hustlers [M] We showin out [Chorus]