Hussla Hoodsta

Lyrics

[News clips: Reporter, Lady, 2nd Reporter, 2nd Lady] This is the time for us to come off of our knees and stand up to make a difference in our communities I am not afraid of them, and I'm trying to instill in my neighbors, there's no need for us to be afraid No matter what City Hall says and promises, people in this community, still very much intimidated by the Rolling 60s One Rolling 60s hangout is just outside this grammar school, where parents are reluctant to go on camera talking about the gang or their fears of it You walk down that street? Nope, I don't Why's that? Uhm, well, it's too much activities going on down that street People in this community, still very much intimidated— You walk down that street? Nope, I don't People in this community, still very much intimidated by the rolling 60s It's too much activities going on down that street One, two, one, two One rolling 60s hangout is just outside this grammar school [Verse 1] Look, see, I was, born in the '80s and raised in the 60s My pockets were full of 5s, shoe boxes were full of 50s Slauson, nigga, come on, follow and get with me (Yeah) Sellin' dope for that Rolex chain and some fresh Dickies (Uhm, well) I was duckin' them choppers with burners in my stash box and (Nope, I don't) Swallowin' rocks while runnin' from them C.R.A.S.H. cops Nights, I kept it on my hip, the Johnny hot, shit Nights I left it on my dresser, homies got chipped To be kill or be killed, and I ain't talkin' poetry (Yeah) If niggas ain't snitchin', then how the fuck they know it's me? Catch me breakin' nine zones down, nigga, that's a quarter key And sellin' work to big homies, my older G's In a luxury set, my chrome thang's gettin' blunted (Skrrt) Fuck it, I'm feelin' good, I got two per set of hundred Money was never nothin' 'cause these blocks be Rollin' And the spot stay poppin' 'cause my rocks was swollen [Chorus] You know that I'm a hustler, so, you know I'ma always stay paid You know that I'm a hoodster, so, you know I never turn down a fade You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood [Verse 2] Granny, they still shootin', I can't get no sleep And it's too late to change 'cause I'm in too deep Niggas gon' ride to the shit I'm sayin', that's on the real Niggas done died for this shit I'm claimin' (Yeah) From over here to Western Ave, yeah, we run that Hop out and bust a nigga head, yeah, I done that But I ain't braggin', though, really, it's 'bout capital And all this goddamn money gave me an attitude No smiles like I'm mad at you (Okay) Late night grindin', posted on the BG (I'm posted) Hood homies, the tiny loc and supreme team Meek Baby, Set Trip, if it's J. Stone First to bo, light that kush blunt for X gone This for my nigga Tiny Inhead, that's fresh home And Little Chopper facing life, homie, stay strong Stay slow, baby, one shot and bolt the facts The homies is here and Slauson where we posted at [Chorus] You know that I'm a hustler, so, you know I'ma always stay paid You know that I'm a hoodster, so, you know I never turn down a fade You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood