I Ain`t Goin (A Hustler`s Theme) — текст песни (Three 6 Mafia)

[Hook]
My pockets are swollen (swollen)
My bankroll is foldin` (foldin`)
Some niggas out there blowin`
But baby I ain`t goin`

[Verse 1]
See I bought a black bonneville (keep pimpin`)
I`m out here tryin` to make a mil (my nigga winnin`)
A new crooked cell phone (you on)
So junkies won`t call my home (man he gone)
Some niggas that I can trust (we straight)
Some killas that`ll fuck you up (we made)
Let`s chop it up and let it stack (that`s the business)
Then rent a house and sell some crack (yeah we in it)
Let`s get the word all over town (you da man)
These hatin niggas set you down (with the plan)
Let`s bang some rocks and slang some oot (dem boys know)
Whatever`s gonna make the loot (cause we can short `em)
The shake down we always go (we be deep)
Sometimes we have to throw dem `bows (I brought the heat)
Some playas down to make some mean (what`s the word)
A pimp gon` always pimp again (my niggas heard what`s goin` on)

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
See I`m sippin` on some Bud Light (this shit is cold)
I`m hustlin` tryin to get a bite (let`s make this load)
My fishing rod is bending (we hit the jackpot)
???? (it`s like a piece of art)
But everytime I start to fish (I got a catch)
Some police snitches gotta snitch (I got a match)
Let`s call up the hidden man (with the AK)
And let them boys` blood drain