Hang Out And Hustle Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K 

It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv 

Aggressor, scale and measure 

Clever compressor stretching salary stacks 

Be running blocks as a factory structure 

Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter 

Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter 

Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather 

Then flip for what I'm after 

Now and forever, money makes things better 

At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled 

See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle 

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Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow 

Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow 

Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills 

Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle 

Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats 

A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite 

I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber 

A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps 

I bet you don't know any they be hitting 

Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny 

Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client 

As I arrive at L.A.X. 

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Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

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I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step 

Then stash the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles 

Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection 

See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans 

But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing 

That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend 

Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high for hours 

Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour 

I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty 

Plus, I got a little man calling me daddy 

My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em 

I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em 

So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time 

And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure 

That mine is right from the beginning to the end 

It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here 

All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear 

Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks 

I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks 

My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash 

My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash. 

Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least 

But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast 

It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night 

And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike 

Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme 

Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah 

What the fuck are you gonna do, except hustle?