Got ta Hustle

[MC Ren] Yo, check this out niggas Some more motherfucking West coast shit, nigga From L.A. to "The Whole Damn Yea" it's going down nigga Oh shit MC Ren up in this motherfucker man You know how we do nigga We do what the fuck we wanna do, on the West coast nigga The best coast nigga, or the. I mean, this is not the typical, you know what I'm saying So what the fuck we gonna do Ren, Call me nigga Banks nigga Put this shit down your punk ass like this [Ant Banks] Now here's Eastcoast to the West coast For all the ryhmers and timers, pimps and grinders Crimers and jest doughs Go and put they mack down all in the streets And the, two boss players is rolling for keys But it's ships outta notes No hustle-Ass-Niggas acting like hoes 'like hoes' Shit's got to foes And you're blinded, nigga what don't get dummy You better cline, you're acting like you scare of money I can show you how to stack ships And get your ass shown don't fucking with this scrap shit "that's right" Put brain to the game, you put your G's first Steady tripping with the next nigga got it on It get worse [MC Ren] You wanna wait for 'Ren, I hustle busy hating with your hoe You're playing the villain functions, my shit ain't not a haste roe You're thinking you suppose to have the status I got Legendary, you're not How many fucking years you got sitting around on your ass While the Villain be grinded, criminal minded Getting that cheese, nigga please, I'ma squeeze Hold my nuts Ruthless self don't give a fuck about somebody else You got to hustle nigga [Chorus] Get your hustle baby Are all you live to grind, you make your body hustle baby 'that's right' Can't comprehend what here we in road, you got to hustle baby I swear I spread mob, everybody hustles baby 'feel me' No need that lies spoke y'all 'come on' I'm just a player roll with the real ones 'with the real ones' It's all about the paper chase 'the paper chase' With the money and things to have things I bought the big Thanks 'Big Thanks' With the niggas that don't be making them fade [Dollar Bill] Nigga what you thought I'ma grind till I get caught Every thang I bought and every thing I stacked in the boat Came for me at soldier the streets 50 grand pair shoes in my feet Discriminate how I eat and feel your body temperature heat Niggas standing in and out the real and quick to stack Everything I mean at night is pussy and count Dollar Bill is getting paper, niggas mate without a pager I guess it's in your nature, there's a God mager 'uhh' I can't be side track from getting scratch Don't be fool bout the wrap I still roll the sack Don't be a L.G. cause wall D sell 'em corm Where I'm from, every body gets the hustle on [Chorus] [Ant Banks] Gold niggas wanna ride on bozack Cause we sell out shows And yell out flows just to tell our hoes The rainbows back with that pimp mentality 'yeah' Pure bread age when you raised in Cali' [MC Ren] Nigga it's all on my back, they got they noses on my sack Looking for bitches and a free act D.J. gotta contract, nigga with the 'Bill To put your hands on my sckrill, my dick is your free peal Get up off your ass and get it Don't be looking for the Villain to get it My black ass won't spit it Call me nigga Banks my nigga 'that's right' From the Bay, be fucking you like trey Cause we're hustlin' all day [Chorus] Shake it all you busters making Sckrill this is how we do it "that's right" Shake it all you haters making Sckrill this is how we do it "that's right" Shake it all you busters making Sckrill this is how we do it. Shake it all you niggas making Sckrill this is how we do it. [Ant Banks] How we do it, I mean this is how we do it for the wild to the Yay baby All motherfucking day, y'all know, this is not the feeling All right, MC-motherfucking-Ren The villain Dollar Bill, the money making ass motherfucker from the town All right, hey you nigga, the Big-Bad-Azz and me, Bitch!