Hussle in the House (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock] Jay, I like this What's up, Nipsey? Red and blue make green Streets of L.A., muthafucka! [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Coming straight after niggas, a crazy motherfucker named Jay Rock I'm turned up, 'cause I'm from Bonnie on the Watts Choppers on the block, choppers on the roof Bustin' at the crooked cops, rippin' through the bulletproof Los Angeles, welcome to the city zoo Tigers, bears, lions, don't make me let 'em loose I'm leaning off the Goose, smoking on some kush Me and Nip Hussle off the bubble, California crooks Got thesе niggas shook, what you scared for? What, you never seen a B-dawg in thе low? Getting dough like yeast, blocking off every street Chunking up the set, and I'm fly as two-tone Caprice The waters run deep, I guess I'm a shark 'Bout to rip the industry apart, play your part I get left for dead, leave him on the curb With a bullet in his head, that's how Jay Rock serves It's just a cold heart session on my nigga Nipsey music Money on the gang, six O's, we do it You put them shines on, we take them shines home Holla to the hood, let them get they grind on Let them flags hang, nigga (Streets of L.A, motherfucker), we gettin' paid Red and blue make green, see the game change Yeah, we 'bout our money now Yeah, we 'bout our money now [Verse 2: Maino] Player, I get bullet-proof love All the doves love me (Yeah) Hands down, I'm the realest nigga in the country (Oh) Your arms too short, you lames can never touch me (Nope) You really think I'm pussy, oh yeah? Then come and fuck me I'm rolling, this is my life, it's not a song (Uh-huh) I really pack guns as long as my right arm I'm a problem, can't solve 'em, gotta add 'em Can't subtract some, man I'm wildin' and spazzin' The smoke from the fifth (Uh), the shells in the glass and (Yeah) They can only see my eyes from the mask and All the way to Cali, what's poppin', my G? I really run Brooklyn, nothing poppin' but me (Yo) Got weed on cakes, got killers and fo' green (Yeah) Platinum vision and Lamborghini dreams (Yeah) Hustle hard, nigga (hustle hard), we move like the Panthers Black bandanas, you see us, we throw the flags up [Interlude: Nipsey Hussle] Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's happening? It's ya boy neighborhood Nip Hussle Ayy, Maino, Pass that Patron, my nigga Jay Rock, give me the weed, my nigga (DJ Nik Bean, muthafucka!) [Chorus] I got a bottle of the finest, I keep a bad bitch A hunnid stacks stashed in the brown paper bag (Uh) Money in, I'm puttin' all my money in Now let the bass crank big in your trunk, man This swisha sweet, same color as my wood grain (Smoke with me) More money, and I'm puttin' all my money in [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Look, It's Nip Hussle in the house, I'm 'bout my paper Money is a bitch, then I'm a rapist 'cause I take it It's funny niggas spit about the game like they a player Ain't Shaq or Kobe so they just another Laker Lot's changed since the N.W.A's And the Dr. Dres went and made gangbanging famous They got rich while my city on the same shit That's why every bullet in my clip remain nameless Chrome feet, leather seats, lyrically I'm ecstasy Better than you ever, ask your bitch, I bet she feelin' me First-class flight, land right where the cheddar be Swag through the roof, it's up there where the weather be Some niggas sell dope, rob banks and catch felonies While others buy real estate, live up off that equity The only difference is the gang So, niggas, use your brain, Slauson boy, Nip Hussle is the name [Chorus] I got a bottle of the finest, I keep a bad bitch A hunnid stacks stashed in the brown paper bag (Uh) More money, and I'm gettin' on my money And I'ma let the bass crank big in your trunk, man This swisha sweet, same color as my wood grain (Smoke with me) More mo-ney, and I'm puttin' on my money and (West Coast!) [Outro: Nipsey Hussle] Shoutout to my cinematic peoples Stripes, [?], my man Shawn, what it do? Yeah, South Central state of mind Dropping December '09 Cop it when they drop it