NWA - Got ta Hustle Lyrics

[MC Ren]
Yo, check this out niggas
Some more motherf*cking West coast shit, nigga
From L.A. to "The Whole Damn Yea" it's going down nigga
Oh shit
MC Ren up in this motherf*cker man
You know how we do nigga
We do what the f*ck we wanna do, on the West coast nigga
The best coast nigga, or the.
I mean, this is not the typical, you know what I'm saying
So what the f*ck we gonna do Ren,
Call me nigga Banks nigga
Put this shit down your punk ass like this

[Ant Banks]
Now here's Eastcoast to the West coast
For all the ryhmers and timers, pimps and grinders
Crimers and jest doughs
Go and put they mack down all in the streets
And the, two boss players is rolling for keys
But it's ships outta notes
No hustle-Ass-Niggas acting like hoes 'like hoes'
Shit's got to foes
And you're blinded, nigga what don't get dummy
You better cline, you're acting like you scare of money
I can show you how to stack ships
And get your ass shown don't f*cking with this scrap shit "that's right"
Put brain to the game, you put your G's first
Steady tripping with the next nigga got it on
It get worse

[MC Ren]
You wanna wait for 'Ren, I hustle busy hating with your hoe
You're playing the villain functions, my shit ain't not a haste roe
You're thinking you suppose to have the status I got
Legendary, you're not
How many f*cking years you got sitting around on your ass
While the Villain be grinded, criminal minded
Getting that cheese, nigga please, I'ma squeeze
Hold my nuts
Ruthless self don't give a f*ck about somebody else
You got to hustle nigga

[Chorus]
Get your hustle baby
Are all you live to grind, you make your body hustle baby 'that's right'
Can't comprehend what here we in road, you got to hustle baby
I swear I spread mob, everybody hustles baby 'feel me'
No need that lies spoke y'all 'come on'
I'm just a player roll with the real ones 'with the real ones'
It's all about the paper chase 'the paper chase'
With the money and things to have things
I bought the big Thanks 'Big Thanks'
With the niggas that don't be making them fade

[Dollar Bill]
Nigga what you thought I'ma grind till I get caught
Every thang I bought and every thing I stacked in the boat
Came for me at soldier the streets
50 grand pair shoes in my feet
Discriminate how I eat and feel your body temperature heat
Niggas standing in and out the real and quick to stack
Everything I mean at night is pussy and count
Dollar Bill is getting paper, niggas mate without a pager
I guess it's in your nature, there's a God mager 'uhh'
I can't be side track from getting scratch
Don't be fool bout the wrap I still roll the sack
Don't be a L.G. cause wall D sell 'em corm
Where I'm from, every body gets the hustle on

[Chorus]

[Ant Banks]
Gold niggas wanna ride on bozack
Cause we sell out shows
And yell out flows just to tell our hoes
The rainbows back with that pimp mentality 'yeah'
Pure bread age when you raised in Cali'

[MC Ren]
Nigga it's all on my back, they got they noses on my sack
Looking for bitches and a free act
D.J. gotta contract, nigga with the 'Bill
To put your hands on my sckrill, my dick is your free peal
Get up off your ass and get it
Don't be looking for the Villain to get it
My black ass won't spit it
Call me nigga Banks my nigga 'that's right'
From the Bay, be f*cking you like trey
Cause we're hustlin' all day

[Chorus]

Shake it all you busters making Sckrill this is how we do it "that's right"
Shake it all you haters making Sckrill this is how we do it "that's right"
Shake it all you busters making Sckrill this is how we do it.
Shake it all you niggas making Sckrill this is how we do it.

[Ant Banks]
How we do it, I mean this is how we do it for the wild to the Yay baby
All motherf*cking day, y'all know, this is not the feeling
All right, MC-motherf*cking-Ren The villain
Dollar Bill, the money making ass motherf*cker from the town
All right, hey you nigga, the Big-Bad-Azz and me, Bitch!