Hustlin` Daze — текст песни (Guru f Donell Jones)

{*If you ain`t real about it, don`t talk* -> Baby Thad}

[Guru]
It`s ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat
Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps
Got another beep now it`s time to watch a brother creep
and pull another scam, not yet the man but the brother`s deep
Ain`t tryin to stay in this life for too long
You tellin me that I`m bound to lose, but you wrong
I`m too strong, plus me and my team`s got a true bond
I`ll stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong
Yo who`s wrong, you never had to live in my shoes
And my view`s, that every second is vital
The way I see nigga`s the way I G it
A raw ghetto entrepeneur, yeah I be it
Not as glamourous, as the gangster flicks
I`ll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we get rich
And get this, bet this, I`m after payola
The loot, the paper, til my hustlin days are over

[Chorus: Donell Jones]
I`m a hustler, a hustler hmm
Gotta get the dough to win
And I`m a baller yeah, baller
Shot call-errr
I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel
For niggaz that wanna be actin ill
All the player haters stay, off my nuts
while I`m/we handlin business

[Guru]
Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin legit
This money`s comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips
Who switched it, not me, I`m keepin it real
Keepin the steel while the envious watch hungry, I`m eatin my meal
Late nights, there ain`t no time for stage frights
This ain`t fiction, it`s my mission to get paid alright?
No need to speak about greed, long as I`m feedin my seed
then I`m completin the deed, so I`m keepin this cheese
High-priced lawyers, I`m too nice for ya
Never touchin the work no more, too precise for ya
Controllin the town, holdin it down
I`m the Master Allah Now, I`m showin you style
I go in your file, and make you hard to locate
Delete all your data don`t disregard your fate
I`ll off you then I`m off with a honey like suave bola
Shit I`m livin this life, til my hustlin days are over

[Chorus]

[Guru]
Bouncin in and out of town, hope I don`t step out of bounds
Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that sound?
Enemies are growin in numbers, hopin to catch me slumber
I wonder; how many are hopin to take me under?
NARC`s and Feds, throwin darts at my head
Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread
Now I`m in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill
Now I`m all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill
Now I`m facin the judge, my name on a folder
In jail for life, my hustlin days are over

{*If you ain`t real about it, don`t talk* -> Baby Thad}

[Chorus]

{*If you ain`t real about it, don`t talk* -> Baby Thad}

[Donell Jones]
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, uhh
Uhh.. ooohoooohwooooohhh
Get the paper, get the dough
Cause I`m hustlin
Gotta get the paper, get the dough
Cause I`m hustlin
And I`m a hustler
And I`m a baller, yeah
I pack plenty of steel
So all the player haters stay, off my nuts
while we handlin business
Oh yeah, ohooooohhhhhohhhhhh
Mmmmmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah
If you`re with me, throw your guns in the air
Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah