Hustlin' (Championship Anthem)

[Hook: Robin Thicke] Keep on trying You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me [Verse 1: Game] This is dope boy music, American dream We let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream No auto-tune unless I'm tuning out the barrel Flying through ya borough, (red) Camaro I had 'em shook like Colts on Reggie Bush With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push I used to get my ass whooped for listenin' to Spice 1 On the court, game point, fade away, nice one Same court where the fiends get they white from Hustle till the night come Crouch down low, with a pocket full of money Shooting dice in my white 1's Roll another seven of the nike on my white 1's I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin' Moms and pops was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em How the fuck you think I got the name Game Same way them Lakers got all of them fucking rings, hustlin' [Bridge: Robin Thicke] Hustlin' championship ring Hustlin' metaphor street king Hustlin' drop top, chain swing Hustlin', hustlin' [Verse 2: Game] My moms worked the graveyard shift, she was bustin' it But I was at home, straight hustlin' I had 2 brothers niggas didn't fuck with 'em They was like, that's our little brother don't fuck with him They shot 'em both so, I was like fuck it then Called up the homies "I'm ready, nigga jump me in Hopped in the G-ride, same one the pump be in I'm bout to do these niggas worse then Columbians And I ain't hoppin' out the car like Tré did I'm turnin' off the lights and pullin' up like "say kid" [Bridge] [Verse 3: Game] It was a cold Day in 1996 Fav bar? Reasonable Doubt over Before that day, we ain't know shit about hova He was talking Cristal, and 4.6 Rovers But all we knew were 5.0s and Toyotas So, we took y'all swag y'all took our rags The way I see it, it's a fair exchange, why you mad? Son, Yeah Jay was one of my teachers Bumpin' Roc-A-Fella but, couldn't get a feature Was like, being underage and couldn't get a beeper Missing sales cause the onions still stuck in my sneaker Tucking the street sweeper, dodgin' the grim reaper Hit my block after 8 o'clock, I'll make you a believer We was movin' white kid, the Justin Beiber Us and homeless shelters no different, we both feed 'em Playing John Madden, smoking all my nigga weed up Relaxin' with my feet up, waiting for the re-up [Hook: Robin Thicke] Keep on trying You can never hold me down You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me (x2) [Verse 4: Game] How I sell 10 million and stay hood, somebody holla at me If I go to jail you nigga ain't gone throw a dolla at me Like my nigga frog, threw his Impala at me Like when I was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me That's why when I come through, She look like Halle Berry I'm in this Game by myself, solitary Every now and then, you my see me with a couple friends Same ones that was right there, When I had a couple ends No fuckin' Benz, no fuckin' house Just a fuckin' couch, so shut your fuckin' mouth Before I zip it up, say fuck rap Fuck Interscope, take my contract and rip it up Aftermath's bad boy, like Big and Puff The giant can't sleep cause niggas steady tryin' to dig him up And while you mother fuckers waitin' on Toronto I'm in the hood with Pancho, stackin' Rajon Rondo [Bridge: Robin Thicke] Hustlin' championship rings Hustlin' metaphor street king Hustlin' [Game] And while you motherfuckers waitin on Toronto I'm in the hood with Pancho, stackin' Rajon Rondo [Hook]