Da Hustla lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


n*ggas might as well (Yeah!)
n*ggas might as well f*ck with me anyway
I got that fire green ha (Haaaaa!)

Verse 1:Noreaga

The way I rhyme sometimes,is reflect my style
When I speak to hoes, Yo i always be foul
Ask em do they suck di*k, can they ride me wild
Here's the day, sit down, lay down,Joe Brown
Here go the low down
n*ggas just need to slow down
Melvin what! Yo from as good as it gets
Ya know now, need to slow down, n*gga hold down
Flip from Larry, Ya know I hail with my marry
Holla when you hear me, respect me or fear me
Love me or hate me, but you gotta just hear me
Listen to superthug, listen to sometimes
Listen to halfbaked, and listen when thun rhyme
I ain't the best yet, but I'm next in line
It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme

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I'm just a hustla doin what the hustla's do
I'm just a hustla hustlin with my hustlin crew
I just hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle

Verse 2: Noreaga

Yo, I buy twenty for ten dollars, sell it for thirty
Take that thirty dollars and I just buy four grams
Take that two grand, take like four of my mans
Go down to main street then wastelands
Whut up, china man, china man, need some coke?
His girl do the wild thing like she know tone loc
She be shakin her ass and love to smoke
Let her hit the weed, yo hit the weed
Let her hit the weed til she red and choke
I roll a philly skinny, and you know I got plenty
Conservitive thug like I'm holdin a penny
Jenny craig or jenny jones but b*tch it's jenny
I'm like nore springer, no ring on my finger
In and out of cells like a bell ringer
I'm like hip hop yall n*ggas is rap singers
And I hate yall yall get the middle finger

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Verse 3: Maze
Yo yo, now when my pen glow, there's no stoppin my zone
And while yall n*ggas clone, everything I'm spittin is shown
In my life even now and before
I did us all, the crystal ball in front of me say stay hungry and raw
I pop everything three's, from my shell to my bottoms
I'm aware, when you shinin n*ggas watch you
I walk these ??conple?? stones alone sh*t is hostile
Apostle in this grown and known from my eyes view

Verse 4: Musolini

Comin out the hood, we ain't have to many choices to live
n*ggas hustled tryin to duck bids we learned as kids
How to sell drugs, cook grams, and get dubs young thug
Snake n*ggas ain't got no love
The same way I pump packs
The same way i spit on these cats
The same way it reflect in my raps
Let the dro blow, holdin the fo fo, like BIG kickin in the doe yo
Find me with Maze on doe low!

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