Turf Talk - Hustle lyrics

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Turf Talk - Hustle lyrics

[Intro: Rock City] ? Hustle-MONEY! [Chorus: Rock City (E-40)] I, I live and sleep on these streets Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see, we gotta eat So when people ask me why, why don't ever I slow down? Oh, I just simply reply, I don't really know how! So I, hustle, hustle, hustle (I'ma hustler, believe me) You know I hustle, hustle, hustle (And this ain't easy) So I hustle, hustle, hustle (I'ma hustler, believe me) You know I hustle, hustle, hustle (And this ain't easy) [Verse 1: E-40] Money and muscle I gotta black belt in hustling I'm doing my thang Chain around my neck look like a playground swing! Unit mover, pockets fat like Rasputia Ask your chick, I got oil on my tongue Pimp, I talk real slick, where the real ones go They don't make them like me no more! Hustler, I'ma whole 'nother animal I'ma whole 'nother animal, I'ma whole 'nother beast I can never switch up, I'm cut from the streets! Papered up like a fax I'm rare like white running backs I'm getting my Gouda I'ma be the first hustler that set up shop on Jupiter! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Turf Talk] Let me introduce myself, homeboy Any MC I will destroy West, West, West Coast boy Speakers in the trunk keep making noise! I'm so fly, I'm that guy 28 inches sitting high I'm a star, what you thought? Everywhere I go, they snap shots! Everywhere I go, they know Turf Medallions jiggling off my shirt C-notes keep falling out my jeans Benjamin Frank, George Washing-teens Gotta keep pushing, pushing weight Filet mignon steak on my plate Staring in my rear view can't slow down If getting money is wrong, arrest me now! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rock City] They ask me, "What you're doing bro?" I say that I hustle everyday My men don't sleep, we always up Cause we can't live off minimum wage! Middle finger to the other side I know that I just want to get paid When you hear this one go and turn it up From Virgin Islands out to the Bay! [Chorus]