Put your money where your mouth is D-Loc ain't playing I know cats like you that are broke just claiming Ain't saying nothing just flapping your lips Just running your mouth because you can talk some **** Ain't got nothing to show for busting cool ass raps But that's cool with me dog where your money at I'm talking about the hustle even if your fresh see you're wack I get paid homey rubber band man stacks Give me a five and I'll make it a twenty Give me a fifty and I'll turn into a couple a hunnies Give me ten g's and I'll show you what I can doJohnny Richter's on the hustle and we grabbing loot I used to slang and serve sacks on a day to day basis Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats with bass It's a game it's a hustle we all paper chasing On the road for two months coming home with bacon You can't stop our hustle You can't stop this You can't stop our hustle Don't even try kid You can't stop our hustle We world wide now You can't stop our hustle Koast II Koast blaow You can't stop our hustle The game's all the same You can't stop our hustle Just trying to make some change You can't stop our hustle It's time to build the stacks You can't stop our hustle So where the hustlers at Everybody knows I got cops on the payroll So just lay low until I say soWhen that whistle blow we'll all be splitting dough Nobody act dumb until the orders come There will be enough cheese to spread for everyone Making legal money and the feds hate it Real underdogs most underrated We got the underground locked branded and spaded Watch me get my boogie on and flex this muscle Ten years later D-Loc still on the hustle I'm a get my grind on dig them out with a shovel Keep stacking my chips then watch my ends bubble Let the double double stack them up to the ceiling When this ****'s all done with I'll be worth a million Watch me shine just let me smoke this bud Let me drink this cocktail I feel like getting' ****ed up[CHORUS] I'm gonna hustle until the wheels fall off Keep on going out for mine never punching a clock' Cause the hustle don't stop the game waits for nobody Just trying to make some cash like my last name was GottiStay on the grind like Independent trucks Fifty fifty five-o let me know what's up And you can still catch me on the streets of P-TownI can still add sacks all the way to a pound Don't matter none what you say or what you do Throw salt in the game but it's coming right back at you Snitches and *****es dirty rats and double crossers **** off we the underground bosses **** off like Shaggy 2 **** said These are family ties we all breaking bread LegendaryYou eat crumbs from the table Wipe your mouth you're dropped from the label[CHORUS]
Put your money where your mouth is D-Loc ain't playing I know cats like you that are broke just claiming Ain't saying nothing just flapping your lips Just running your mouth because you can talk some **** Ain't got nothing to show for busting cool ass raps But that's cool with me dog where your money at I'm talking about the hustle even if your fresh see you're wack I get paid homey rubber band man stacks Give me a five and I'll make it a twenty Give me a fifty and I'll turn into a couple a hunnies Give me ten g's and I'll show you what I can doJohnny Richter's on the hustle and we grabbing loot I used to slang and serve sacks on a day to day basis Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats with bass It's a game it's a hustle we all paper chasing On the road for two months coming home with bacon You can't stop our hustle You can't stop this You can't stop our hustle Don't even try kid You can't stop our hustle We world wide now You can't stop our hustle Koast II Koast blaow You can't stop our hustle The game's all the same You can't stop our hustle Just trying to make some change You can't stop our hustle It's time to build the stacks You can't stop our hustle So where the hustlers at Everybody knows I got cops on the payroll So just lay low until I say soWhen that whistle blow we'll all be splitting dough Nobody act dumb until the orders come There will be enough cheese to spread for everyone Making legal money and the feds hate it Real underdogs most underrated We got the underground locked branded and spaded Watch me get my boogie on and flex this muscle Ten years later D-Loc still on the hustle I'm a get my grind on dig them out with a shovel Keep stacking my chips then watch my ends bubble Let the double double stack them up to the ceiling When this ****'s all done with I'll be worth a million Watch me shine just let me smoke this bud Let me drink this cocktail I feel like getting' ****ed up[CHORUS] I'm gonna hustle until the wheels fall off Keep on going out for mine never punching a clock' Cause the hustle don't stop the game waits for nobody Just trying to make some cash like my last name was GottiStay on the grind like Independent trucks Fifty fifty five-o let me know what's up And you can still catch me on the streets of P-TownI can still add sacks all the way to a pound Don't matter none what you say or what you do Throw salt in the game but it's coming right back at you Snitches and *****es dirty rats and double crossers **** off we the underground bosses **** off like Shaggy 2 **** said These are family ties we all breaking bread LegendaryYou eat crumbs from the table Wipe your mouth you're dropped from the label[CHORUS]
