Marsha Ambrosius - Hustlers Lyrics
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Hustlers
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What Are The Lyrics For Hustlers By Marsha Ambrosius?
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Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G. Nas, he a QB-QB true G Do the history Way before The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New York **** rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away But we still get together like every several years To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid **** Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly **** with gray eyes Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? 'Cause I can vision Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate So every breath I take, is all about the rules It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude So crack the PatrĂ³n, it's on heathens, The God's back Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West coasting, oh yeah He a Compton-Compton O.G. Mix that with a QB-QB true G What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots He a Compton-Compton O.G. Mix that with a QB-QB true G What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gun 1995, eleven years from the day I'm in the record shop with choices to make 'Illmati' on the top shelf, 'The Chronic' on the left homie Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me So **** it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack Ripped the package off 'Illmatic' and bumped that For my **** it was too complex when Nas rhymed I was the only Compton **** with a 'New York State of Mind' Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm Dre was king then so I waited my turn Fast forward, now I'm makin' 'em burn Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga I stopped beefin' with ****, 'cause I'm 'Ether' to **** Comb the earth 'til there's no one left 'If I Ruled the World' I summons all you weak rap **** to death He a Compton-Compton O.G. Mix that with a QB-QB true G What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks, East Coast gunshots Yo, the Jordans sportin' Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin' The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it You're sideways talkin', so I lay often I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' ****, get bucked **** Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas That's my name and I came with Rugers this time And if I'm sane that 'Soul Plane' movie's the bomb Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin' See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the Gatling on, and I start clappin' Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm **** with Doc Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast, oh yeah |
Who Wrote Hustlers By Marsha Ambrosius?
Nasir Jones, Michael A. Elizondo Jr., Andre Romell Young, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Marsha Ambrosius, Marvin Paul Ambrosius
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What's The Duration Of The Hustlers By Marsha Ambrosius?The duration of Hustlers is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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