Hustla Lyrics - Nappy Roots

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke 

Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost 

At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real real, to the top 

A G like 30 feet away from the county line 

The weed flyin', the golden smilin' 

Wip it nice an then they sign 

Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn luck 

This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time 

Don't get messy with the Prezzy 

A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy 

Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth 

Back an forth we swerve and dip 

Pumpkin' pie, bust a cop 

I'll be damned, they took my crop 

Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit 

About a 105 miles per hour 

In the country wit the pudin', good an chunky 

40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money 

Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I deserve 

Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it 

Lord, I need it fore the third 

Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure 

Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to bend an blurred 

Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage 

Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about gettin' payed 

Came along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade 

An momma won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways 

Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer 

Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my fears 

Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob 

Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah 

If you play the cards you dealt 

Then you struggle, got to put in work 

And I got to be the early bird 

To grind and get what I deserve 

If you play the cards you dealt 

Then you struggle, got to put in work 

And I got to be the early bird 

To grind and get what I deserve 

Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps 

Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that 

Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo 

Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo 

Hustlin' these streets alone 

Now everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies 

'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die 

Now peep the otha side, ova them hills 

Rich dude that own them mills 

Tha candy sto is open for sale 

These junkies gone smoke it to death 

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold grills 

No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill 

Wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still 

Lay it on the fish scales 

I'm assed out in the back seat of the Pontiac 

Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks 

Tell me, get my money back, still broke 

Feel like I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo 

C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin' 

But my hands ichin', poppa need a new transmition 

Get my grind on, hustle that bustle 

To make my grip in any time zone 

Bundle that bubble, let's make it split 

We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga, please 

Anything you ask fo', we got what you need 

To these college degrees we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla 

If you play the cards you dealt 

Then you struggle, got to put in work 

And I got to be the early bird 

To grind and get what I deserve 

If you play the cards you dealt 

Then you struggle, got to put in work 

And I got to be the early bird 

To grind and get what I deserve 

Hustla carry many meanings 

Whether you a crook in them books 

Whether you usin' your mind or usin' a 9 

Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in 

You was born a hustla an you a die a hustla 

Prophit, hit 'em wit' it 

I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera 

For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro 

I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine 

If I don't crush it then I'mma bust the 9 

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over y'all 

Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time 

Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog 

My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw 

Don't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas 

Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all 

What? What? What?