Lyrics

[Intro] Check 1, 2 man You are about to witness The essence of a real money getta' [Hook] Hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard [Verse 1: Cold 187um] Yeah, y'all, I come from the land of the smog Where niggas stay with a attitude and live above the law, uh Where we pimp for fashion And ain't no eagle when it come to get the cash in Uh, We keep it gangsta for sho' Like Snoop Dogg on the handlebars with the blowed out afro Real bossy type, we about that scrap Give a fuck about a snitch if he found behind yellow tape We say night night nigga Hope you have a wonderful time as you sleep with the fishes That's how we regulate round here A lot of niggas haters round here Cause we get money and really give a fuck That you stuck in your rep We understand it's hard to be niggas like us We don't ghetto, we dip low, we big ball, we shine That's why we end up first at the finish line, bitch [Hook] Hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard [Verse 2: Too Short] I'm a bald ass youngster still get a lot of paper I'm true the game I'll never be a traitor If ya bitch work for me she'll be doing hard labour I run my shit like a motherfucking dictator Too Short, don't forget the dollar sign That's my name, better have it if ya holla mine I do it big, bitch so don't call me Shorty 30 years of making money like my nigga E-40 [Verse 3: E-40] Uh, hustle hard, never let a motherfucker pull your hoe card Never let a motherfucker treat you like a bitch Toot his ass up man punch him in his lips About my money, yes I am Never leave the crib without 10 grand Fuck what you heard bitch I'm the man Ain't nobody playin', this ain't recess I ain't gonna, Baby got drums on deck Catch in the traffic and I'm on your neck You the type of nigga give ya' bitch your check [Hook] Hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard [Verse 4: Cold 187um] Yeah, we hustle hard, we stand tall, we never fall We ball all day yelling: "Fuck the law" Dipping hard, pimpin with my nigga Todd Shaw We shutting down everybody city when it me, him and E-40 Chickens be getting naughty at the after party Tell 'em chill mommy, you don't even know half the story I'm from the land that funded the contras Taught you how to survive and live straight outta Compton We do major weight state to state, we don't hesitate We just elevate, while you hate and you masturbate We go get that G's, while you freeze And live on your knees, we just straight blow up With big nuts while you follow us We just don't sit back then complain that we can't come up We set up a lick, hit your block in an armored truck We all out for them dead presidents Cause if it don't make cent how the fuck can we make millions [Outro] We on the come up Shooting dice, tryna come up Bitches, jewelery, checks Tryna come up Rolling state to state Tryna come up Bitches, jewelery, checks Tryna come up With another come up We gone come up All-day nigga with another come up And where i'm from we are [Hook] Hustle hard Hustle, hustle, hustle hard