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    The Pharcyde / Lyrics

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    "The Hustle" Lyrics

    The Pharcyde feat. Big Boy

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    We gotta hustle ya'll We gotta hustle

    (Bootie Brown)
    Lookin to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize
    careful not to jeopardize on my chances
    Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances.
    I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado.
    I never been one to follow
    I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up.
    Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up.
    Asshole, watch cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on the ball.
    Who you gonna call?

    Hustle hustle hustle hustle

    (Schmooche)
    First you see a flash & then you smell smoke
    Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene
    as my people choke, the hustle
    I want to be down & all off into it
    like Russell Simmons, I like the women's
    The hers not the him, Ipass L's to my bredren
    In my pocket stacks ends
    but I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir
    place down your bottle
    I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle
    and get her overheated ready to be treated
    for the Schmooche Cat addiction affection
    To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions
    blue mountain tops and purple valley
    wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley
    Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal
    Tryin not to get coated up in the evil This goes out to all my
    hustling people... Just do it do it do it... do it do it do it

    (Randy Mac)
    Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid
    til I puff bomb E T just to fill the void and recollect the word
    of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and
    watch
    the folks you clown with life's a hustle have money have heart
    My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part
    and chasin papes from the nine six to infin
    Blazin endo stems sippin yack and straight Hen
    Gettin twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin wit more cross
    over appeal
    that Van Exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no
    Cavi stressin to maintain self preservation up in Cali
    My partners of mine are skyballin out of control
    but I ain't feelin that part of the game so
    Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes
    I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes
    would love to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome
    But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
    and see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
    For all the haters is regulated
    Some do it illegal Brothers just want more than their equal
    Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my
    hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it

    (Big Boi)
    You see back in the days crime pays
    But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways
    now let me break this down
    I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like
    Nini Brown
    puttin suckas in fear
    Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here
    I'm buying new shoes and new clothes
    Give me one of them two of these aw fuck it
    Nigga give me three of those
    My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1
    Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done
    Then that game went astray fools droppin dime
    Catchin time and brothas gettin blown away
    So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde
    Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside
    Makin papes makin tapes doin dates
    All over the world in each and every state
    Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks
    But still got fat backs and fat stacks
    Yo Bootie Brown I guess I'm out
    paper chase hustle that's what it be about
    Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal
    Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my
    hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it
    This song was submitted on October 23rd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Kurt Alexander, Greg Campbell, Romye Robinson, Randy Shelton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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