CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hustlah
I'm just a hustla, hustla... Yeah x3
Now I jump up outta my bed at 11:30 in the mornin’
Gotta twist me up a swisher filled with Killa California
n***a got that mornin' buzz, n***a feel that mornin love
After I wash my nutsac, get dressed
And yes I'm thugged out, baby
And I hit up the block just doin’ my everyday thang
I sell me a couple of rocks If you need it
I got it my n***a, come see Kray'
In the back of the alley, n***a get at me, dirty Khaki's on
I might look tacky yo' but n***a my paper stack is swoll
My Mac attack is cold
Gangsta wit it, b*t*hes respect it
In the hood I'm doin' the checkin
The connectin' and the collectin'
When the sun starts settin’ I’m the one ya'll better be watchin’ cause n***a, I come on your block and go in your pockets
And rob ya ass
Stick a barrel in your mouth, now slob the mag
n***a, drop the cash
Just to let you b*t*hes I know how to kick it
It's almost midnight I made a killin' from the fiends
And I been here since sun up it's time to retire the scene
I go to the corner store to get me a forty of O’ Dog
I seen some unfamiliar n***as infront of the store I don't know
And I'm knowin' they up to no good
Cause n***as got they hoods on
Hold on, Let me get my n***a Lay on the phone, on the phone
Now I jump up outta my bed at 11:30 in the mornin’
Gotta twist me up a swisher filled with Killa California
n***a got that mornin' buzz, n***a feel that mornin love
After I wash my nutsac, get dressed
And yes I'm thugged out, baby
And I hit up the block just doin’ my everyday thang
I sell me a couple of rocks If you need it
I got it my n***a, come see Kray'
In the back of the alley, n***a get at me, dirty Khaki's on
I might look tacky yo' but n***a my paper stack is swoll
My Mac attack is cold
Gangsta wit it, b*t*hes respect it
In the hood I'm doin' the checkin
The connectin' and the collectin'
When the sun starts settin’ I’m the one ya'll better be watchin’ cause n***a, I come on your block and go in your pockets
And rob ya ass
Stick a barrel in your mouth, now slob the mag
n***a, drop the cash
Just to let you b*t*hes I know how to kick it
It's almost midnight I made a killin' from the fiends
And I been here since sun up it's time to retire the scene
I go to the corner store to get me a forty of O’ Dog
I seen some unfamiliar n***as infront of the store I don't know
And I'm knowin' they up to no good
Cause n***as got they hoods on
Hold on, Let me get my n***a Lay on the phone, on the phone
