Keep Hustlin lyrics

Artist  : Wc 
Song : Keep Hustlin



 Send "Keep Hustlin" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   featuring E-40, Too $hort  

  

 [WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!  

 [E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah! 


 [WC] Dub Cya, nya!  

 [E-40] Uhhhh, hah!  

 [WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?  

 [E-40] Whassupish weebelations?  

 [WC] $hort Dawg, we all hogs  

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

 [E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this
BEYOTCH!  

  

 Verse One: WC  

  

 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 C 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 C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin 


  

 Chorus: *unknown singers*  

  

 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  

  

 Verse Two: E-40  

  

 Check it out; Dub C ?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  

 wanna 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  

  

 [E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ...
glorify your paper route  

  

 Verse Three: Too $hort  

  

 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  

 Dopefiend beats on the backstreets  

 Me and Freddie B 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] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change 


 [TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch 


 [E-40] Dub C!  

 [TS] Nya! Nya!  

 [WC] You know I'm takin mine nya!  

 [E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they
tall can face  

 Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know? 


 BEYOTCH