Píseň: "Hustlin' (Remix)"

Interpret:
Rick Ross
Album:
"Port Of Miami"
[Intro: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
 Everyday I'm hustlin'
 Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
 Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
 Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'


[Hook: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
 Everyday I'm hustlin'
 Everyday I'm hustlin'
 Everyday I'm hustlin'
 Everyday I'm hustlin'
 Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
 Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
 Everyday I'm hustlin'
 Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
 Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
 Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'


[Bridge: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
 Hustle real hard
 Hustle, hustle real hard
 Hustle real hard
 Hustle, hustle real hard
 Hustlin' hustlin'
 Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
 Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
 Everyday I'm...


[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
 Hold up
 Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
 White on white, G4, hater get lost
 I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
 Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
 I got a honey bun, no not a chick
 I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
 Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
 'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
 We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
 With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
 My Louis slippers, Polo top
 Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
 Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
 Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
 Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
 It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
 Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
 Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
 I'm a walkin' memorial
 I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
 So nigga just let that cause go


[Hook with ad-libs]


[Bridge]


[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
 Hey, let's go
 Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
 Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
 I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
 It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
 I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
 You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
 I stack big faces, I stack small faces
 I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
 I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
 Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
 Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
 Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
 Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
 Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
 Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
 Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit


[Hook]


[Bridge]


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
 I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
 Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
 They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
 But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
 I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
 Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
 Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
 Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
 We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
 Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
 My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars
 I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest drought
 I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
 Release fish scales, scales on my desk man


[Hook]


[Bridge]


[Ad-libs]


[Hook]


[Bridge]