Hustle (Explicit)
YoungBloodZ"Hustle (Explicit)" is a song by YoungBloodZ, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:22 long and contains 103 lines and 747 words.
Lyrics
0:02Yea youngbloodz kill the mic track boys
0:08Yall ain't ready for this sh*t
0:09Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
0:14Ok we back and bumpin youngbloodz that's us fo sho
0:18From left to right we rockin and kickin down every door
0:21Watch out now get 'em shawty oh that's them U-way boys
0:24We set it off don't get twist it still out makin noise
0:28Big pistol that's my word ice cold is so superb
0:323 hits 4 shots I'm on it runnin you up off the curb
0:35So bring your A-game we bringin hella pain
0:39You disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank
0:42So if your ready run it we got that sh*t that will
0:46I'm from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill
0:49Cuz in the trunk its bumpin we goin all night long
0:53So grab a cup cuz ain't no way in hell you goin home
0:56I won't get my crime around
0:58I hustle baby
1:00I stay down every time no day
1:02I hustle baby
1:03From the track or the trap fo sand
1:05I hustle baby
1:06No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
1:10I won't get my crime around
1:13I hustle baby
1:14I stay down every time no day
1:16I hustle baby
1:17From the track or the trap fo sand
1:20I hustle baby
1:21No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
1:25I'm a crime time hustler man I tried to tell 'em
1:28My crew cuz its the ex-convict convicted fellon
1:31Banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin
1:34The b**ches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers
1:37Of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland
1:42Niggas prayin and hopin they don't get caught with d**e and
1:45Out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin
1:48Down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus
1:53This is no hocus pocus play the game like locus
1:56Playas vibe up and whittin I'm the third cosmosis
2:00I won't get my crime around
2:02I hustle baby
2:03I stay down every time no day
2:05I hustle baby
2:07From the track or the trap fo sand
2:09I hustle baby
2:10No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
2:14I won't get my crime around
2:16I hustle baby
2:17I stay down every time no day
2:20I hustle baby
2:21From the track or the trap fo sand
2:23I hustle baby
2:24No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
2:28My pimpin is old school and they chevy with bleak shoes
2:31Tip tops and flip flops adidas and suede pumas
2:34Who ni**a fo like yall they never goin change that
2:38They slang goin where I hang and my b**ches they whod-a-rest
2:41And we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5
2:45We'll put that hot heat like between your eyes
2:49And I keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me
2:52Comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet
2:55Outta town in that's gold rims fo shawty be servin dem
2:59Everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin
3:03A-town for life yall we never goin change that
3:07Still roll with them d**e boys on the bow with them J's at
3:12I won't get my crime around
3:13I hustle baby
3:14I stay down every time no day
3:16I hustle baby
3:17From the track or the trap fo sand
3:19I hustle baby
3:20No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
3:24I won't get my crime around
3:27I hustle baby
3:28I stay down every time no day
3:30I hustle baby
3:31From the track or the trap fo sand
3:34I hustle baby
3:35No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
3:39I won't get my crime around
3:41I hustle baby
3:42I stay down every time no day
3:44I hustle baby
3:45From the track or the trap fo sand
3:48I hustle baby
3:49No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
3:52I won't get my crime around
3:55I hustle baby
3:56I stay down every time no day
3:58I hustle baby
3:59From the track or the trap fo sand
4:02I hustle baby
4:03No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
4:06I won't get my crime around
4:09I hustle baby
4:10I stay down every time no day
4:14I hustle baby
4:15From the track or the trap fo sand
4:17I hustle baby
4:17No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
4:20I won't get my crime around
4:21I hustle baby
4:22I stay down every time no day
Yea youngbloodz kill the mic track boys Yall ain't ready for this sh*t Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea Ok we back and bumpin youngbloodz that's us fo sho From left to right we rockin and kickin down every door Watch out now get 'em shawty oh that's them U-way boys We set it off don't get twist it still out makin noise Big pistol that's my word ice cold is so superb 3 hits 4 shots I'm on it runnin you up off the curb So bring your A-game we bringin hella pain You disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank So if your ready run it we got that sh*t that will I'm from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill Cuz in the trunk its bumpin we goin all night long So grab a cup cuz ain't no way in hell you goin home I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I'm a crime time hustler man I tried to tell 'em My crew cuz its the ex-convict convicted fellon Banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin The b**ches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers Of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland Niggas prayin and hopin they don't get caught with d**e and Out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin Down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus This is no hocus pocus play the game like locus Playas vibe up and whittin I'm the third cosmosis I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby My pimpin is old school and they chevy with bleak shoes Tip tops and flip flops adidas and suede pumas Who ni**a fo like yall they never goin change that They slang goin where I hang and my b**ches they whod-a-rest And we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5 We'll put that hot heat like between your eyes And I keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me Comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet Outta town in that's gold rims fo shawty be servin dem Everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin A-town for life yall we never goin change that Still roll with them d**e boys on the bow with them J's at I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day
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