Song Lyrics

N**** want to hustle
N**** want to sell dope where we grow up n****
Ride with me and learn something n****
If not - stay away my playground n****

Yeah! - this s*** right here is for real hustle n****s
Real street n****s - why'all follow me
Squared n****s - kick back and listen how is s*** really go
Uh!

Cabbage work hoes goes spoke and pistols
Last in getting away hearin whistles
Scopin down map gestural back full of chips
A hot a** scraps ski mask and two in the clips

Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know it's on
I pack use 'em draws homeboy - n**** we goners
Beep on 'em Mexican though - we won't work
No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt

Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes
See nervous - while the Greyhouse escpae across Interstate
Jumpin up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight
For the work show up - and really do - be straight

They pull up bread all the lookin flawless us a show dog
Twenty bird and rally car like she a mother law
Damn! - she'll need no duck the law
B**** got us switch walkin with the work like motherf*** the law

[Chorus]
That's the s*** n**** ball fo'
How they dope that they wall fo'
Jumpin on ' em hoes
They floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
With the funk kick - wishin why'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin we bust used
Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's

Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the b****
And some load ki's me insider
It's now and never - turn back why should we
Let's turn this b**** upside down (how could we)

First to be unnoticed - I don't trust that b****
She fine - but she mixed with rat the lil snitch
I don't feel right I know cra** bustin bust pipe
And the fed I had up on punk a** snitch all night

Where we better do - is send that b**** to the ?
Take the ki's to the rally car and get that b**** the cap
She go be mad about it cause she getting cut out
But just let it know her job is done (b**** butt out)

Why we here for? - (n**** we here paper chasin')
Okay then - well let's made this put reservatoins
Bust - train or even train station
If you got motophone we can start this operation

[Chorus]

Now I'm the KING OF ROCK - for my work
One time shoot the block I did my sack about the dirt
Like a dream team - both feams tryin' around me like impressed
Takin' fifth G horse and spork the dope 'port

Like a hell is seen hot for s*** - I ain't trippin'
Got folks in the bushes with the chop chop - so I ain't slippin'
None of these out of town see's and Beems
N****s playin 'em gueens street they never seen the pontrees

Hobbed on the plane - I'm back on stinky greens
And Inglewood floss and faded the whole scene
1-0 back Ol' T - dope grindin'
Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels shinnin'

So I hit Shall Sunday - watchin' with low-low's hot
Me and my N.O. partners - on the strippin' new drops
Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes, Hummers
With none full of fall for the next twenty Summers

[Chorus]

And there you have it - that's how it go
From top to bottom - half heart, half money n****
Oh - don't get it f***ed up
I still got money for my first trip out of town
Haha!... you dig!

Dedrick D'mon Rolison

The duration of Work is 4:21 minutes and seconds.