笨小笨Hustle (Explicit)歌词由YOUNGBLOODZ&Killer Mike演唱，出自专辑《Drankin’ Patnaz (Explicit)》，下面是《Hustle (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Hustle (Explicit)歌词完整版
Hustle (Explicit) - YoungBloodZ/Killer Mike
Yea youngbloodz kill the mic track boys
Yall ain't ready for this sh*t
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Ok we back and bumpin youngbloodz that's us fo sho
From left to right we rockin and kickin down every door
Watch out now get 'em shawty oh that's them U-way boys
We set it off don't get twist it still out makin noise
Big pistol that's my word ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it runnin you up off the curb
So bring your A-game we bringin hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank
So if your ready run it we got that sh*t that will
I'm from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill
Cuz in the trunk its bumpin we goin all night long
So grab a cup cuz ain't no way in hell you goin home
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I'm a crime time hustler man I tried to tell 'em
My crew cuz its the ex-convict convicted fellon
Banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin
The b**ches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers
Of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland
Niggas prayin and hopin they don't get caught with d**e and
Out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin
Down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus
This is no hocus pocus play the game like locus
Playas vibe up and whittin I'm the third cosmosis
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
My pimpin is old school and they chevy with bleak shoes
Tip tops and flip flops adidas and suede pumas
Who ni**a fo like yall they never goin change that
They slang goin where I hang and my b**ches they whod-a-rest
And we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5
We'll put that hot heat like between your eyes
And I keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me
Comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet
Outta town in that's gold rims fo shawty be servin dem
Everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin
A-town for life yall we never goin change that
Still roll with them d**e boys on the bow with them J's at
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
