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    "Got ta Hustle" Lyrics

    N.W.A. feat. MC Ren and Ant Banks

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    [MC Ren]
    Yo, check this out niggas
    Some more motherfucking West coast shit, nigga
    From L.A. to "The Whole Damn Yea" it's going down nigga
    Oh shit
    MC Ren up in this motherfucker man
    You know how we do nigga
    We do what the fuck we wanna do, on the West coast nigga
    The best coast nigga, or the.
    I mean, this is not the typical, you know what I'm saying
    So what the fuck we gonna do Ren,
    Call me nigga Banks nigga
    Put this shit down your punk ass like this

    [Ant Banks]
    Now here's Eastcoast to the West coast
    For all the ryhmers and timers, pimps and grinders
    Crimers and jest doughs
    Go and put they mack down all in the streets
    And the, two boss players is rolling for keys
    But it's ships outta notes
    No hustle-Ass-Niggas acting like hoes 'like hoes'
    Shit's got to foes
    And you're blinded, nigga what don't get dummy
    You better cline, you're acting like you scare of money
    I can show you how to stack ships
    And get your ass shown don't fucking with this scrap shit "that's right"
    Put brain to the game, you put your G's first
    Steady tripping with the next nigga got it on
    It get worse

    [MC Ren]
    You wanna wait for 'Ren, I hustle busy hating with your hoe
    You're playing the villain functions, my shit ain't not a haste roe
    You're thinking you suppose to have the status I got
    Legendary, you're not
    How many fucking years you got sitting around on your ass
    While the Villain be grinded, criminal minded
    Getting that cheese, nigga please, I'ma squeeze
    Hold my nuts
    Ruthless self don't give a fuck about somebody else
    You got to hustle nigga

    [Chorus]
    Get your hustle baby
    Are all you live to grind, you make your body hustle baby 'that's right'
    Can't comprehend what here we in road, you got to hustle baby
    I swear I spread mob, everybody hustles baby 'feel me'
    No need that lies spoke y'all 'come on'
    I'm just a player roll with the real ones 'with the real ones'
    It's all about the paper chase 'the paper chase'
    With the money and things to have things
    I bought the big Thanks 'Big Thanks'
    With the niggas that don't be making them fade

    [Dollar Bill]
    Nigga what you thought I'ma grind till I get caught
    Every thang I bought and every thing I stacked in the boat
    Came for me at soldier the streets
    50 grand pair shoes in my feet
    Discriminate how I eat and feel your body temperature heat
    Niggas standing in and out the real and quick to stack
    Everything I mean at night is pussy and count
    Dollar Bill is getting paper, niggas mate without a pager
    I guess it's in your nature, there's a God mager 'uhh'
    I can't be side track from getting scratch
    Don't be fool bout the wrap I still roll the sack
    Don't be a L.G. cause wall D sell 'em corm
    Where I'm from, every body gets the hustle on

    [Chorus]

    [Ant Banks]
    Gold niggas wanna ride on bozack
    Cause we sell out shows
    And yell out flows just to tell our hoes
    The rainbows back with that pimp mentality 'yeah'
    Pure bread age when you raised in Cali'

    [MC Ren]
    Nigga it's all on my back, they got they noses on my sack
    Looking for bitches and a free act
    D.J. gotta contract, nigga with the 'Bill
    To put your hands on my sckrill, my dick is your free peal
    Get up off your ass and get it
    Don't be looking for the Villain to get it
    My black ass won't spit it
    Call me nigga Banks my nigga 'that's right'
    From the Bay, be fucking you like trey
    Cause we're hustlin' all day

    [Chorus]

    Shake it all you busters making Sckrill this is how we do it "that's right"
    Shake it all you haters making Sckrill this is how we do it "that's right"
    Shake it all you busters making Sckrill this is how we do it.
    Shake it all you niggas making Sckrill this is how we do it.

    [Ant Banks]
    How we do it, I mean this is how we do it for the wild to the Yay baby
    All motherfucking day, y'all know, this is not the feeling
    All right, MC-motherfucking-Ren The villain
    Dollar Bill, the money making ass motherfucker from the town
    All right, hey you nigga, the Big-Bad-Azz and me, Bitch!
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Anthony Banks, George Clinton Jr., William Bootsy Collins, Lorenzo Patterson, Wilbert Scott, Bernard Worrell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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