[Murs]
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9th, it's the remix right?
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So what we gon' do is
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Further define the term "hustling" cause
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These fools on the radio got people thinkin
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you gotta sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but
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You could be in traffic right now
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On your way to school or, on your way from work
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You could be, flippin burgers, doin corp mergers
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You still a motherfuckin hustler let's go
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A lot of people castin shade on the classic that we made but
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Say what you say we just ask to get paid
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And I might get laid if the remix gets played
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So throw this on the radio like 50 times a day
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I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
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Goin hard in the paint, with my man from Smackdown
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And you gotta back down, cause the grind don't cease
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While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets
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I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
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While you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk
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You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot
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That's why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
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In the M-I-D C-I-T-Y
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One verse'll melt the ice on your favorite rap guy
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No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about
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But I will find time to knock your favorite rapper out
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And I'm a
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[Chorus 2X: Murs]
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H-U-S-T-L-E hustler
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You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
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Goal not to be broken have to stroll like a sucker
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So pay me what you owe me and don't play with me homey
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[E-40]
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Huh, check it out
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E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you late (late)
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E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
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I used to quarterback weight (weight)
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Did whatever it had to take to put out my first tape (tape)
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Tryin to outsmart the boys in blue
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Never knew how much I made (made)
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I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my hi-top fade (fade)
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But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne (mayne)
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That's off my cocoa leaf (leaf)
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Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my booty cheeks
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The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) gritty and sabalosa
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A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper (roper)
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Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of huns (huns)
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Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"
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(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the hood (hood)
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Local boy from Vallejo, that player done made it GOOD! (good)
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And I wish a sucker would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
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Fuck these motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle!
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[Chorus]
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[Chingo Bling]
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Chingo Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff
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America would shutdown if Mexicans took the day off
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Freeways, construction keys, and nines bustin
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Playboy we hustlin, end of discussion
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one tamale dos tamales tres tamales 4
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when chingo needs some money he'll be kickin down your door
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This is for my slangers and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers
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We bangin on busters no justice just us
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Definition of the hustle, is mind over muscle
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Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell
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Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my shit really sells
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If they was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the bills
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Streets askin ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
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One good lick you get knocked out the pop charts
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That's why I grind from the ground up
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They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling
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[Chorus]
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[John Cena]
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Yo Murs, this John Cena from the WWE
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Fillin you in on a different struggle
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The struggle that takes place in four corners y'know
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And it go like this
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You think it's all fun and games but this shit is no joke
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The type of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
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They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer than straight liquor
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You fall by the wayside I ain't gon' lay wit'cha
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Born to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
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A straight hustler, stay true to the song
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In the street they shot heat to try to settle a beef
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In the squared circle, you feel the metal to teeth
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plus everybody lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?
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You fall off you look around you'll be seein who |