Too $hort (too Short) - Hustle Hard lyrics

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Too $hort (too Short) - Hustle Hard lyrics

[Hook] Hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard [Verse 1: Cold 187um] Yeah, y'all, I come from the land of the smog Where n***as stay with a attitude and live above the law, uh Where we pimp for fashion And ain't no eagle when it come to get the cash in, uh We keep it gangsta for show Like Snoop Dogg on the handlebars with the blowed out afro Real bossy type, we about that scrap Give a f** about a snitch if he found behind yellow tape We say night night n***a Hope you have a wonderful time as you sleep with the fishes That's how we read ya late round here A lot of n***as haters round here Cause we get money and really give a f** That you stuck in your rep We understand it's hard to be n***as like us We don't ghetto, we dip low, we big ball, we shine That's why we end up first at the finish line, b**h [Hook] Hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard [Verse 2: Too Short] I'm a bald a** youngster still get a lot of paper I'm true the game I'll never be a traitor If ya b**h work for me she'll be doing hard labour I run my sh** like a motherf**ing dictator Too Short, don't forget the dollar sign That's my name, better have it if ya holla mine I do it big, b**h so don't call me Shorty 30 years of making money like my n***a E-40 [Verse 3: E-40] Uh, hustle hard, never let a motherf**er pull your hold card Never let a motherf**er treat you like a b**h Toot his a** up man punch him in his lips About my money, yes I am Never leave the crib without 10 grand f** what you heard b**h I'm the man Ain't nobody playin', this ain't recess I ain't gonna, Baby got drums on deck Catch in the traffic and I'm on your neck You the type of n***a give ya' b**h your check [Hook] Hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard [Verse 4: Cold 187um] Yeah, we hustle hard, we stand tall, we never fall We ball all day yelling: "f** the law" Dipping hard, pimpin with my n***a Too Short We shutting down everybody city when it me, him and E-40 Chickens be getting naughty at the after party Tell 'em chill mommy, you don't even know half the story I'm from the land that funded the contras Taught you how to survive and live straight outta Compton We do major weight state to state, we don't hesitate We just elevate, while you hate and you masturbate We go get that G's, while you freeze And live on your knees, we just straight blow up With big nuts while you follow us We just don't sit back then complain that we can't come up We set up a lick, hit your block in an armored truck We all out for them dead presidents Cause if it don't make cent how the f** can we make millions

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