(feat. Spice 1, Tiffany Wilson, Yukmouth) [Killa Tay] I got hustle in my heart, hustle in my vain I hustle wit my click and gotta hustle in the game West Coast Mafia, we keepin it crackin Deep as the Jacksons, my click stay in the midst of the action Packin all the shows, mackin all the hoes Stackin all the dough, make 'em wanna call the po Real G's wit the tightest flows runnin the streets Comin wit heat, no retreat, this game get deep We speak in codes and ball like Jalen Rose til the end of time we live this grind like an esse with money on my mind 24/7 Cali legend, makin paper wit Bo My Snake Eyes glow, and I'm still puttin it down for the 'No And K.O. so lay low, or get your chin checked like a boxer We break 'em off proper, spray like Binaca I still watch the time fly by on the clock My verbal venom get up in 'em and they die on the spot [Hook x2: Tiffany Wilson] It's about money, bet you I'm gon get it Power, ain't nobody trippin Respect, respect, respect my gangsta My gangsta [Spice 1] Motherfucker I'm a villain, and nigga you's a hostage So whenever I'm steppin, cover yo dome like an ostrich Suckers is bleedin off this, niggaz is leakin off this You know why? Cuz I'm a thug nigga eatin off this Jealous, that's how they feelin eventually That's why I pull out my pistol and bust it intentionally Smash, that's what we do when we ride Keep my bitches on point, and keep all my enemies hidin It's the motherfuckin real ones, ridin for mother millions Worldwide bosses makin decisions with precision Thug livin on a mission, gotta stay outta prison Hope my thug angel sittin on the star that I'm wishin [Hook] [Yukmouth] Jea, jea... I'm swingin everything from bats to gats On the ave, I'm slangin everything from crack to wax Tylenol, gotta grind and ball, stack my scratch No time to stall, flip the 'Lac wit the stash wit a Mack It's like that, outta town I got them pies and I fly back I'm right back wit that dope wrist like an ice pack You can't stop me, I'm too cocky I puff broccoli in Medina Ferrari's, I'm Yuk DiBiase On point, never see me sloppy I'll catch a body before I let a nigga rob me at the after party Thug Lord so I run mobs, gun high Fill a square body up wit holes like he's Spongebob East Oakland, Fresno to Modesto On the block they call me Kid Rock, play wit heavy metal And got my workers on the block slangin every pebble Cause it's a Regime Mob nigga in every ghetto [Hook x2]
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(feat. Spice 1, Tiffany Wilson, Yukmouth) [Killa Tay] I got hustle in my heart, hustle in my vain I hustle wit my click and gotta hustle in the game West Coast Mafia, we keepin it crackin Deep as the Jacksons, my click stay in the midst of the action Packin all the shows, mackin all the hoes Stackin all the dough, make 'em wanna call the po Real G's wit the tightest flows runnin the streets Comin wit heat, no retreat, this game get deep We speak in codes and ball like Jalen Rose til the end of time we live this grind like an esse with money on my mind 24/7 Cali legend, makin paper wit Bo My Snake Eyes glow, and I'm still puttin it down for the 'No And K.O. so lay low, or get your chin checked like a boxer We break 'em off proper, spray like Binaca I still watch the time fly by on the clock My verbal venom get up in 'em and they die on the spot [Hook x2: Tiffany Wilson] It's about money, bet you I'm gon get it Power, ain't nobody trippin Respect, respect, respect my gangsta My gangsta [Spice 1] Motherfucker I'm a villain, and nigga you's a hostage So whenever I'm steppin, cover yo dome like an ostrich Suckers is bleedin off this, niggaz is leakin off this You know why? Cuz I'm a thug nigga eatin off this Jealous, that's how they feelin eventually That's why I pull out my pistol and bust it intentionally Smash, that's what we do when we ride Keep my bitches on point, and keep all my enemies hidin It's the motherfuckin real ones, ridin for mother millions Worldwide bosses makin decisions with precision Thug livin on a mission, gotta stay outta prison Hope my thug angel sittin on the star that I'm wishin [Hook] [Yukmouth] Jea, jea... I'm swingin everything from bats to gats On the ave, I'm slangin everything from crack to wax Tylenol, gotta grind and ball, stack my scratch No time to stall, flip the 'Lac wit the stash wit a Mack It's like that, outta town I got them pies and I fly back I'm right back wit that dope wrist like an ice pack You can't stop me, I'm too cocky I puff broccoli in Medina Ferrari's, I'm Yuk DiBiase On point, never see me sloppy I'll catch a body before I let a nigga rob me at the after party Thug Lord so I run mobs, gun high Fill a square body up wit holes like he's Spongebob East Oakland, Fresno to Modesto On the block they call me Kid Rock, play wit heavy metal And got my workers on the block slangin every pebble Cause it's a Regime Mob nigga in every ghetto [Hook x2]
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