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Yeah... <br />Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin ´bout <br />Hey yo, yo <br /> <br />[Verse One] <br />Whether it´s, chips or whips or bricks of ´caine <br />I still shine at the end when y´all forced to rain <br />Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range <br />Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane <br />I´m a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop <br />Like Stoudamire on the court I´m used to movin the rock <br />Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box <br />My attitude shifty, never callin the cops <br />A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey <br />D´s on the route tryin to catch a nigga dirty <br />Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough <br />He get respect like rich and po´ <br />Fuck a 9 to 5, I´d rather wake up and spit bars <br />And your wife, known to make my dick hard <br />Cartier lenses, 22´s on my Benz´s <br />When shit break out, y´all hit the fences <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br />Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br />Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br />We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br /> <br />[Verse Two] <br />Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster <br />I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster <br />You know I´m ´bout macra{?} I´ll clap ya, a pirate like {?} <br />Far from a Hollywood actor <br />A factor, focused on paper and cars <br />I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars <br />I´m in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads <br />Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard <br />You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks <br />That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit <br />The game´s heavy, man that´s way off the charts <br />Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks <br />You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks <br />We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks <br />Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready <br />We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80´s <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />The Game on some regular rhymin, fuck all this new shit <br />When they gon´ let real niggaz get on that cruise ship <br />Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars <br />Get, brains from stars after those awards <br />Miyagi´s or doubles, don´t think I won´t buy out the bar <br />That´s little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars <br />Sticker in the window, let ´em know that it´s ours <br />Sittin on shit you ain´t never seen like we got it from Mars <br />Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm <br />She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm <br />Plus I blow digits like my first name was {?} <br />Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted <br />Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six <br />Not know it´s stocked? Nigga it´s the one we keep the bricks in <br />Hard black on black leather´s what we keep the chicks in <br />And bitches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense <br /> <br />[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
Yeah... <br />Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin ´bout <br />Hey yo, yo <br /> <br />[Verse One] <br />Whether it´s, chips or whips or bricks of ´caine <br />I still shine at the end when y´all forced to rain <br />Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range <br />Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane <br />I´m a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop <br />Like Stoudamire on the court I´m used to movin the rock <br />Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box <br />My attitude shifty, never callin the cops <br />A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey <br />D´s on the route tryin to catch a nigga dirty <br />Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough <br />He get respect like rich and po´ <br />Fuck a 9 to 5, I´d rather wake up and spit bars <br />And your wife, known to make my dick hard <br />Cartier lenses, 22´s on my Benz´s <br />When shit break out, y´all hit the fences <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br />Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br />Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br />We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker <br />We are the hustlers everyone´s talkin about <br /> <br />[Verse Two] <br />Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster <br />I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster <br />You know I´m ´bout macra{?} I´ll clap ya, a pirate like {?} <br />Far from a Hollywood actor <br />A factor, focused on paper and cars <br />I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars <br />I´m in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads <br />Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard <br />You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks <br />That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit <br />The game´s heavy, man that´s way off the charts <br />Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks <br />You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks <br />We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks <br />Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready <br />We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80´s <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />The Game on some regular rhymin, fuck all this new shit <br />When they gon´ let real niggaz get on that cruise ship <br />Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars <br />Get, brains from stars after those awards <br />Miyagi´s or doubles, don´t think I won´t buy out the bar <br />That´s little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars <br />Sticker in the window, let ´em know that it´s ours <br />Sittin on shit you ain´t never seen like we got it from Mars <br />Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm <br />She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm <br />Plus I blow digits like my first name was {?} <br />Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted <br />Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six <br />Not know it´s stocked? Nigga it´s the one we keep the bricks in <br />Hard black on black leather´s what we keep the chicks in <br />And bitches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense <br /> <br />[Chorus]
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