The Game - Hustlin' lyrics

Keep on trying You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Verse 1 This is dope boy music, American Dream We let them choppers sing like that little n***a Dream No Auto-tune unless I'm tunning out the burrough Flying through ya borough, (Red) Camaro I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push I used to get my a** wooped for listenin to spice 1 On the court, game point, fade away, nice one Same court where the fiends get they white from Hustle till the night come Crouch down low, with a pocket full of money Shooting dice in my white 1's Roll another seven of the night on my white 1's I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin Moms and pops was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em How the f** you think I got the name Game Same way them Lakers got all of them f**ing rings Hustlin Bridge: Hustling Championship ring Hustling Metaphor street king (Hustling) My moms worked the grave yard Shift She was bustin it while I at home straight Hustlin Verse 2 I had 2 brothers n***as didn't f** with 'em They was like, that's our little brother don't f** with him They shot 'em both so, I was like f** it then Called up the hommies im ready, n***a jump me in Hopped in the G Ride, same one the pump be in I'm bout to do these n***as worse then Columbians And I ain't hopping out the car like Trey did I'm turnin off the lights and pullin up like "Say Kid" Bridge: Hustlin Championship ring Hustlin Metaphor street king Hustlin Drop top chain swing Hustlin, Hustlin Verse 3 It was a cold Day in 1996 Fav bar Reasonable Doubt Over Before that day, we ain't know sh** about hova He was talking Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers But all we knew were 5.0's and Toyota's So, We took Y'alls swag y'all took our rags The way I see it, it's a fair exchange why you Mad Son, Yeah Jay was one of my teachers Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but, couldn't get a feature Was like, Being underage and couldn't get a beeper Missing sales cuz the onions still stuck in my sneaker Talkin to Streetsweeper Dodgin the Grim Reaper Hit My block after 8 o'clock I'll make you a believer We was movin white kid, the Justin Beiber Us and homeless shelters no different we both feed 'em Playing John Madden smoking all my n***a weed up Relaxin with my feet up, Waiting for the Re-Up Intro: Keep on trying You can never hold me down You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me (x2) Verse 4 How I sell 10 million and stay hood, somebody holla at me If I go to jail you n***a ain't gone throw a dolla at me Like my n***a frog, threw his impala at me Like when I was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me That's why when I come through, She look like Halle Berry I'm in this Game by myself, Solitaire Every now and then, you my see me with a couple friends Same ones that was right there, When I had a couple ends No f**in Benz No f**in House Just a f**ing Couch So shut Yo f**in Mouth Before I zip it up, Say f** Rap f** Interscope, Take my contract and rip it up Aftermath's Bad Boy Like BIG and Puff The Giant can't sleep cuz n***as steady tryina dig him up And while you Mother f**ers waitin on Toronto I'm in the hood with Pancho Stacking Rajon Rondo Bridge: Hustlin Championship rings Hustlin Metaphor street king (Hustling)And while you Mother f**ers waitin on Toronto I'm in the hood with Pancho Stacking Rajon Rondo Intro: Keep on trying You can never hold me down You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Keep on trying You can never hold me down You can never hold me down (Naw, you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (Uh-Uh, you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me