We Are The Hustlaz – The Game
Yeah…
Yeah man we them n_ggaz everybody talkin ’bout
Hey yo, yo
[Verse One]
Whether it’s, chips or whips or bricks of ‘caine
I still shine at the end when y’all forced to rain
Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range
Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane
I’m a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop
Like Stoudamire on the court I’m used to movin the rock
Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box
My attitude shifty, never callin the cops
A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey
D’s on the route tryin to catch a n_gga dirty
Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough
He get respect like rich and po’
F_ck a 9 to 5, I’d rather wake up and spit bars
And your wife, known to make my d_ck hard
Cartier lenses, 22’s on my Benz’s
When sh_t break out, y’all hit the fences
[Chorus]
We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlers everyone’s talkin about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, n_gga
We are the hustlers everyone’s talkin about
Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker
We are the hustlers everyone’s talkin about
We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker
We are the hustlers everyone’s talkin about
[Verse Two]
Sh_t I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster
I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster
You know I’m ’bout macra{?} I’ll clap ya, a pirate like {?}
Far from a Hollywood actor
A factor, focused on paper and cars
I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars
I’m in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads
Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard
You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks
That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer sh_t
The game’s heavy, man that’s way off the charts
Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks
You n_ggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks
We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks
Sh_t, we merk n_ggaz like Eddie, get ready
We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80’s
[Chorus]
[The Game]
The Game on some regular rhymin, f_ck all this new sh_t
When they gon’ let real n_ggaz get on that cruise ship
Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars
Get, brains from stars after those awards
Miyagi’s or doubles, don’t think I won’t buy out the bar
That’s little sh_t, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars
Sticker in the window, let ’em know that it’s ours
Sittin on sh_t you ain’t never seen like we got it from Mars
Game like Laker Will, snatch a b_tch off your arm
She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm
Plus I blow digits like my first name was {?}
Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted
Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six
Not know it’s stocked? N_gga it’s the one we keep the bricks in
Hard black on black leather’s what we keep the chicks in
And b_tches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense
[Chorus]
