Keep Hustlin' Lyrics - W.c.

Ooh! 

Betytch! Huh-ha, hah! 

Dub Cya, nya! 

Uhhhh, hah! 

Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc? 

Whassupish weebelations? 

$hort Dawg, we all hogs 

Ain't nuttin' nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy 

We doin our thingamajig up in this beyotch! 

Thinkin' of a master plan 

'Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand 

So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence 

Thinkin', "How can I get paid for spinnin' this gangsta shit?" 

A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream 

Of swervin' 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines 

My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice 

For the ten china whites seekin' hustler paradise 

Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin? 

Dub see still claimin' that Maad Circle gang and 

Smokin' dank and drankin', jaw breakin' runnin' the pavement 

Top rankin' CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer 

International resider worldwider packin' heat 

Mashin' for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P 

Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin' 

Dub see, hoo-ridin' for the chip but still hustlin' 

[Chorus] 

Keep hustlin' 'cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah 

Keep on hustlin' droppin' keys funk stackin' weed shiftin' 

Keep hustlin' true players play it all night long 

Keep on hustlin' on and on 

Check it out; Dub see the below system 

Got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on PGA any man 

Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin' off my lights and gas, low on cash 

Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water 

Plus I heard that the police department homicide division 

Want to holla at me about a manslaughter 

Triflin' ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich 

Don't know the outcome, talkin' 'bout "He got bread, he on Dub album" 

I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus) 

When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice" 

These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin' cute 

Knowin' that we unrecouped 

E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie Hustle 

Knockin' though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket 

I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive 

Tapes and CD's be my nine to five 

Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established 

Long money, way before I signed for cabbage 

[Chorus] 

Get your marbles main, get your paper glorify your paper route 

Yeah 

I'm comin' from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe 

Smokin' indo from the Valle-jo 

Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope 

If you tryin' to get high, what you passin' foe? 

Top notch on my right smellin' smoke 

But she don't know about the hustlin' that I did when I was broke 

My best customers, real macks and G's 

Dope fiend beats on the backstreets 

Me and Freddie be sellin' game 

Custom made tapes with your name, you can't complain 

I always been about the business, I ain't changed 

As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin' the same 

Ghetto star, feelin' the pavement 

I'm always down to earth, tryin' to get paid bitch 

Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin' 

I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion 

[Chorus] 

$hort Dawg, you know we players main 

Get your money nigga 

E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change 

You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch 

Dub see! 

Nya! Nya! 

You know I'm takin' mine nya! 

Fsh, ahh, uh, erytime up in they tall can face 

Glorifyin' our paper route, nonstop you know? 

Beyotch!