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Yeah, yeah Am I a hustla? (Yeah) Say what (Oh yeah) Yeah (Yeah) (Yeah) Well this must be the hustlas anthem (Yeah) Who bangin'? (Oh yeah) If it start off soft I can turn it to hard Then hit the boulevard then drop top with a broad I walk the green impart and push fast cars With a fetish for bank wads and Cuban cigars Yo peep the way I do it I'm young, fly and flashy I'm so well laced, so hood and so classy You looking for that good stuff don't hesitate to ask me Bet I got what you need, so be sure to run it past me But just in case it's on keep the blue steel in chrome My niggas hop in and roam with khaki suits on And be real with it Holmes these rap dudes is clones Fuck around with Mack dime and get one and get gone As for my resume respect it or be sure to check it I got a batch of that aqua that sure to get you naked So play your cards right and win before you deck it When I heard this beat knockin' fo' sho' I had to wreck it, come on Disrespect, get checked, snatch you up by yo neck Young money tryin' to be the man to quick Nigga this ain't checkers this a game of chess Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this Talk a lot of shit 'cause I do it the best Some of y'all don't like me but you give me respect When I'm lyin' in a grave I guess I'll give it a rest Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this I got a large clientele for whatever I sell I don't guess the weight, I tell with a digital scale I got money tucked for bail but before I see a jail I'm a change clothes and roll like J and Pharrell I like to switch up my game and rotate my hoes Park the GT Bentley and pull out the Phantom Rolls And I pack the kind of guns that you can't expose So my stash box is closed with fo' fo's and calicoes 'Cause your nigga 1 0 is ever so gun hoe No scope, I get up close, my vision tunnel Got that white by the bricks and brown by the bun door Wit a crew of broads working it's never just one hoe Disrespect, get checked, snatch you up by yo neck Young money tryin' to be the man to quick Nigga this ain't checkers this a game of chess Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this Talk a lot of shit 'cause I do it the best Some of y'all don't like me but you give me respect When I'm lyin' in a grave I guess I'll give it a rest Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this I know you like it like this Like I said, if it ain't ready I could rock it like this Fo' sho', I'm a have the hood poppin' like this Mack 10 got that bomb heat droppin' like this I know you like it like this Like I said, if it ain't ready I could rock it like this Fo' sho', I'm a have the hood poppin' like this Mack 10 got that bomb heat droppin' like this Disrespect, get checked, snatch you up by yo neck Young money tryin' to be the man to quick Nigga this ain't checkers this a game of chess Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this Talk a lot of shit 'cause I do it the best Some of y'all don't like me but you give me respect When I'm lyin' in a grave I guess I'll give it a rest Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this (Yeah) Am I a hustla? (Yeah) Am I a hustla? (Yeah) Ha, ha, ha (Oh yeah) Nate Dogg (Yeah) Rook, you still there homie? (Yeah) Mack 10 (Yeah) Oh yeah |