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Yo, uh-huh. Yes sir. Turn everything up some more. The drums, you know, The music and shit. Uh-huh. Holla back. I'm going for it now. Holla back. Yes sir. Holla back. Ayo. In the heart of a re-up, It's something like a G-up. MCA fingering that B up or that C up. Fiends creep up with their flesh looking beat up, And my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work To fill a teacup. He opened up his jacket, I opened up my packet. He pull out his money, I'm pulling out that Honey. He stuff it in the stem soon as He took it from me. Yellow teeth, chapped lips, And his nose is runny. He lit that shit, he hit that quick. As if it was high, I asked him where Them bricks at, shit. He smiled as if he was paying homage. He said, "In the back of the apartment where They be selling ganja. But beware of the AK held by Haitian Thomas. Son, I gotta keep them higher than the bottoms Of some old pajamas." I said, "Shit, my nigga, take another hit." We ran up in that crib with them Uzi And them sigs. "Give up the work or I'm Tying up your kids." Did I get that work? What you think? Yes, I did. I didn't. Actually, that wasn't true. But if you aspire to hustle, that's a how-to To you. This that shit make you wanna hustle. Carry squirt guns, shooting metal with mufflers. Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffels, So we can sip wine and eat a bundle Of truffles, huh? To show, you have to hustle. Holla back. So you can style on these niggas. Holla back. So you can style on these niggas. You follow that? Yo. So you can style on These niggas. Follow this. It's incredible, uh, how I etch my plans out To be physically subtle and financially stand out. You should see me stick the baguettes on my Hands out, and literally carve the structure so no One can touch ya. Teenage girls'll love ya and Models wanna fuck ya. Ice cream your way to somebody's magazine cover. So much money that the lid threatens a rupture, And the bank says you don't have to call Like you're Usher. And I ain't kill or sell Drugs to nobody, but I know niggas that kill And stretch work like Pilates. Nigga, the crack house was literally right beside Me. When the fiends hit that shit, they kicked Just like karate. We named one Bruce Lee, One Slim Kelly, who will shoot you much quicker Than Louie Rankin in Belly. Yeah, I escaped, but there's nothing you can tell Me, 'cause though I paper chase, my memories won't Fail me. This that shit make you wanna hustle. Carry squirt guns, shooting metal with mufflers. Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffels, So we can sip wine and eat a bundle Of truffles, huh? To show, you have to hustle. Holla back. So you can style on these niggas. Holla back. So you can style on these niggas. You follow that? So you can style on these Niggas. Follow this. In the hood, wake up to The hammer noise. Sound like the work of my Jerks, the swagger boys. Pull up in them eyes wide open, stack of Toys. If your girl want to leave with us, That's her choice. The philanthropic, I got it and Pop it phenomenon. Nigga signed a million dollar check with his pajamas On. Film it like a porno, no need to Reword it. Nigga, the Enzo just came and I Ain't have to jerk it. Yeah, niggas, you heard it, the perversion of stars. I guess if I go in my garage, it'll Be a ménage. Niggas can't hate on this. Like summer in '84, knee-high in potato chips. New crib in Florida with its own car corridors. Yes, them babies mine. Fuck I need to go on Maury for? Rewire my brain, aspire to attain. Tell Jacob light on the platinum, keep the fire In the chain. Yikes. I mean ice, so the Motherfucker gleam. If my ice is fire, I guess that leave you niggas steamed. See, there's you, there's me, and there's between. If you remove the between, you see I achieve And you dream. This that shit make you wanna Hustle. Carry squirt guns, shooting metal with Mufflers. Trunk full of cash with a couple of Duffels, so we can sip wine and eat a Bundle of truffles, huh? To blow show, you have to hustle. Holla back. So you can style on these niggas. Holla back. So you can style on these niggas. Follow that? So you can style on these niggas. Follow this.
Pharrell Williams, Lauren — Show You How To Hustle
«Show You How To Hustle» — Pharrell Williams, Lauren. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:14. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
