Ab-Soul - Still Hustlin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Sittin in the hooptie, looking for a groupie b**h I'm K-Dot, act like you know me Got me f**ed up me don't pay for no booty You looking for a prize, b**h I'm not no fool G I'm hot like Cooly, sicker than the cooties I got all the juice, you something like a Poomby I'm soon to be the greatest for the ages of the young Watch the game like a raven, craving rappers till I'm numb Novacane can contain the pain that I brung b**h I shine like a microscope bouncing off the sun Words bouncing off my tongue like a damn trampoline Hoes manicure him enough the bottom of my jeans so I kick him off Got haters pissed off, used to have no bank Look at my account, you see O's like Rick Ross I drift off to the moon, martian Use the Big Dipper as a teaspoon Parking my UFO somewhere that you don't know Welcome to the C4 You see one you see four Bombs in my peak hold Bombs over Baghdad, son you n***as You can never say I was a bad dad Run you n***a like a marathon This is when Vietnam meets the Babylon Bring it to yo front porch, tanks on your gra** lines I'm Mike Jordan his prime, jumping from the foul line In order to see the king you gotta swim through the ponds [Hook: Ab-soul] Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') b**h I'm on my grind like I ain't made nothing And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (b**h I'm still hustlin') b**h I'm on the grind like I ain't made nothing [Verse 2: Jay Rock] K. Dot start it up You hear my engine b**h p**y wet paint sweeter than some licorice I'm like the homie Nas, I'm on some n***a sh** More chains more whips hell yeah I'm living rich We chewing MC's, like some licorice Disrespect, get that a** smoked like a cigarette And I'm the realest yes, keep these b**hes wet And we don't give em chips, we just give em dick Got guns on me, cause them n***as hate Better have insurance, cause I'm giving wakes I ain't lifting weights, I lift them .38s 9s, .45s, big choppas aiming at yo face Ha ha [Hook] Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') b**h I'm on my grind like I ain't made nothing And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (b**h I'm still hustlin') b**h I'm on the grind like I ain't made nothing [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Paint bubblicious, just a lil rusty It's Friday, been on the donut since Monday, highway How I touch sky like Kanye, k** em Black Ali boombayah k**a SWAT meet shopping, till I not need nothing Ran between the legs of a naughty women Say it ain't so soul, say it ain't say I ain't f**ing with you like Nazi public f** em, f** it, slide in the bucket You rolling on adults I'm sitting on the team summit T-pain on, back steat f**ing puffing la la la like a Lil Wayne song And why would I lie like a n***a in denial? When I can tell the truth and be free like style Top notch TV don't touch that dial Unless you finna wash up, you n***as better watch us [Hook] Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') b**h I'm on my grind like I ain't made nothing And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (b**h I'm still hustlin') b**h I'm on the grind like I ain't made nothing