Hustlin’ lyrics

by

The Game


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*gga 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 ass 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*ck you think I got the name Game
Same way them Lakers got all of them f*cking 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*ggas didn't f*ck with 'em
They was like, that's our little brother don't f*ck with him
They shot 'em both so, I was like f*ck it then
Called up the hommies im ready, n*gga jump me in
Hopped in the G Ride, same one the pump be in
I'm bout to do these n*ggas 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*t 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*gga 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*gga ain't gone throw a dolla at me
Like my n*gga 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*ckin Benz
No f*ckin House
Just a f*cking Couch
So shut Yo f*ckin Mouth
Before I zip it up, Say f*ck Rap
f*ck Interscope, Take my contract and rip it up
Aftermath's Bad Boy
Like BIG and Puff
The Giant can't sleep cuz n*ggas steady tryina dig him up
And while you Mother f*ckers 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*ckers 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
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