Pimp C I'm a Hustler Lyrics

[Intro - sung in Mayfield falsetto]
I stay paid and, I like blades
Old shcool cars and, lovin Maze
I've got hoes (I've got hoes) I can show
Gettin money a-, ridin Rolls (ridin Rolls)
Keep my grind I don't, waste my time
Comin up, gettin down for mines
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh

[Pimp C]
Deep up in the game, ain't no stoppin
I get my money like Johnny 'Guitar' Watson
Pimpin them hoes and put the b____ on the track
And tell the ho to bring all my money back
I wanna holla at that boy Ike Turner
You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her
About gettin on the corner for your daddy
What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy
I got a yellow-a__ ho that'll suck you up
That'll blow in yo' b___ ain't scared to f___
And she'll bend over, take it like a G
Because you know the b____ down with Pimp C
I switched my name, to Jack Tripper
Now the hoes tryin to pull down my f___in zipper
And get to that snake with the cobra head
I got some homeboys doin life in the fed

[Chorus - Mayfield falsetto] + (Pimp C)
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab)

[Pimp C]
When I was young, alls I wanted was a 'llac
I used to think them n____z fiends that was blowin on the weed sack
Cause all I did was cut up cheese
And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease
I used to have, a .25 pistol
But now I got some s___ that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too b____
I eat you up I ain't goin for that ho s___
Them other n____z playin games in the streets
You think it's 'bout bein lame and makin lame beats
We ain't 'bout you and them b____ n____z
Cause f___ boys, could easily get hit with the trigger
You think you rich? But you a b____
You see me in the club check my pitch
I'm down with J. Prince b____, and you know that
When we come through splittin big n____z hats

[Chorus - Mayfield falsetto] + (Pimp C)
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab)

[Pimp C]
Twenty-fo' I'm a country star, in a country car
Got a country-a__ b____, sip country bar
Got a country son, got a country chain
Come and got in the car, and grippin country grain
Sweet Jones b____, Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout?
Go out and get that s___
I'm talkin 'bout doin, a million records independently sold, on yo' b____ a__
So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me choppin on blades, {?} b____
Not them phony-a__ blades with no knockers on 'em
Representin that side, P.A. to B-zay
And ain't no thang to beat a b____-a__ n____
Ain't no Blood and no Crip, f___-a__ n____ I'm {?}
I told ya, b____

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