Keep Hustlin'

[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH! [E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah! [WC] Dub Cya, neeeah! [E-40] Uhhhh, hah! [WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc? [E-40] Whassupish weebelations? [WC] $hort Dog, we all hogs [TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy [E-40] We doing 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 spinning this gangsta shit?" A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream Of swerving 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 world-wider packing heat Mashin for the cheddar with No Limits 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 ho 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 coming from a fashion show, with a flashy ho Smoking indo from the Valley-jo Like them 3rd Ward niggas from the Calliope If you tryin to get high, what you passing fo'? Top notch on my right smelling 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 B selling 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 staying the same Ghetto star, feeling the pavement I'm always down to earth, trying 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] Neeeah! Neeeah! [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!