Kottonmouth Kings - Hustle lyrics

Put your money where your mouth is D-Loc ain't playing

I know cats like you that are broke just claiming

Ain't saying nothing just flapping your lips

Just running your mouth because you can talk some shit

Ain't got nothing to show for busting cool ass raps

But that's cool with me dog where your money at

I'm talking about the hustle even if your fresh see you're wack

I get paid homey rubber band man stacks

Give me a five and I'll make it a twenty

Give me a fifty and I'll turn into a couple a hunnies

Give me ten g's and I'll show you what I can do

Johnny Richter's on the hustle and we grabbing loot

I used to slang and serve sacks on a day to day basis

Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats with bass

It's a game it's a hustle we all paper chasing

On the road for two months coming home with bacon

You can't stop our hustle

You can't stop this

You can't stop our hustle

Don't even try kid

You can't stop our hustle

We world wide now

You can't stop our hustle

Koast II Koast blaow

You can't stop our hustle

The game's all the same

You can't stop our hustle

Just trying to make some change

You can't stop our hustle

It's time to build the stacks

You can't stop our hustle

So where the hustlers at

Everybody knows I got cops on the payroll

So just lay low until I say so

When that whistle blow we'll all be splitting dough

Nobody act dumb until the orders come

There will be enough cheese to spread for everyone

Making legal money and the feds hate it

Real underdogs most underrated

We got the underground locked branded and spaded

Watch me get my boogie on and flex this muscle

Ten years later D-Loc still on the hustle

I'm a get my grind on dig them out with a shovel

Keep stacking my chips then watch my ends bubble

Let the double double stack them up to the ceiling

When this shit's all done with I'll be worth a million

Watch me shine just let me smoke this bud

Let me drink this cocktail I feel like getting' fucked up

I'm gonna hustle until the wheels fall off

Keep on going out for mine never punching a clock

'Cause the hustle don't stop the game waits for nobody

Just trying to make some cash like my last name was Gotti

Stay on the grind like Independent trucks

Fifty fifty five-o let me know what's up

And you can still catch me on the streets of P-Town

I can still add sacks all the way to a pound

Don't matter none what you say or what you do

Throw salt in the game but it's coming right back at you

Snitches and bitches dirty rats and double crossers

Fuck off we the underground bosses

Fuck off like Shaggy 2 Dope said

These are family ties we all breaking bread

Legendary

You eat crumbs from the table

Wipe your mouth you're dropped from the label