[Talking]
Nigga wanna hustle
Nigga wanna sell dope where we grow up nigga
Ride with me and learn something nigga
If not - stay away my playground nigga
Yeah! - this shit right here is for real hustle niggas
Real street niggas - y'all follow me
Squared niggas - kick back and listen how is shit really go
Uh!
[Verse One]
Cabbage work hoes gold spokes and pistols
Last in getting away hearin whistles
Scopin down map gestural back full of chips
A hot ass scraps ski mask and two in the clips
Scoop on 'em mobile phone let 'em know it's on
I pack use 'em draws homeboy - nigga we goners
Beep on 'em Mexican though - we won't work
No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt
Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes
See nervous - while the Greyhouse escape across the Interstate
Jumpin up in the friendly scotia down chicken weight
For the work show up - and really do - be straight
They pull up bread all the lookin flawless as a show dog
Twenty bird and rally car like she above the law
Damn she don’t even duck the law
Bitch got out switch walkin with the work like motherfuck the law
[Hook]
That's the shit nigga ball fo'
How they dope that they wall fo'
Jumpin on ' em hoes
They floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
With the funk kick - wishin y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin we bust used
Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
[Verse Two]
Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch
And some load ki's me insider
It's now and never - turn back why should we
Let's turn this bitch upside down (how could we)
First to be honest - I don't trust that bitch
She fine - but she mixed with rat and lil snitch
I don't feel right I know pressure bust pipes
And the feds will have her punk ass snitching all night
What we better do - is send that bitch to the pad
Take the ki's to the rental car and get that bitch a cab
She going be mad about it cause she getting cut out
But just let her know her job is done (bitch butt out)
Why we here for? - (nigga we here paper chasin')
Okay then - well let's make this bitch some reservations
Bust - train or even train station
If you got a mobile phone we can start this operation
[Hook]
That's the shit nigga ball fo'
How they dope that they wall fo'
Jumpin on 'em hoes
They floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
With funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used
Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred hoes
[Verse Three]
Now I'm the KING OF ROCK - for my work
One time shoot the block I did my sack about the dirt
Like a dream team - both feams tryin' around me like impressed
Takin' fifth G horse and spark they blow torch
Like a hell is seen hot for shit - I ain't trippin'
Got folks in the bushes with the chop chop - so I ain't slippin'
None of these out of town C's and B’s
Niggas claiming queens street and they never seen the palm trees
Hopped on the plane - I'm back on stinky greens
And Inglewood floss and faded the whole scene
1-0 back Ol' T - dope grindin'
Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels shining
So I hit Shaw Sunday - while them low-low's hot
Me and my N.O. partners - on the strippin' new drops
Bentleys, Rari’s Benz’ hummer’s with enough loot to ball out for the next twenty summers
[Hook]
That's the shit nigga ball fo'
Hide they dope in the wall fo'
Jumpin on 'em hoes
They floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies with calicos
With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy with those
Banged out, thanged out - everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust used
Go back - blast the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred fo's
[Mack 10 {talking}]
And there you have it - that's how it go
From top to bottom - half heart, half money nigga
Oh - don't get it fucked up
I still got money from my first trip out of town
Haha!... you dig!