HUSTLE

[Verse 1: Snow J] Get it bit of rustle in the bushes we Deeper in the panties than the bush is Bullshit Hustle on the scene like bush did If I was a lady name would be Katrina Cause we flooding this shit like three teams of demons I don’t need the hit I’m three kinds of leanin Off this shit I’m a pretty bitch Based God? (Based God) Based God I’m leavin now, I’m ascending to the heavens And I'm slurpin so hard you’d call me 7/11 now Fuck that, 7/12 8/20 I’m banking hunnies My routing number more worn than your mournful eyes after J be born again What’d I say? Heaven sent Jesus Christ I’m a saint Hipslur changed his name after he heard Laydies [Verse 2: Danger T] Hustle And I bustle When I double up We’re roughing up a couple of the Homies Yeah we running cause we gonna be throwing So shut up, fuck, you don’t know me Like a stranger Looking for some fame Just saying I’m dangerous You’re lame to us You shoulda found your footing Didn’t know what you were doing So you’re all the same to us You’re boring Let’s take a trip to zzz-ville You try your best And nobody’s impressed So you better get back to One Tree Hill Or Dawson’s Creek Or whatever the fuck You’re gawking at You’re chumping tough Not jumping in the ruckus Like the lucky motherfuckers I’m talking at, so, so [Outro] YONCE ALL IN THIS MOUTH LIKE LIQUOR