I Don't Want to Be a Hustler Songtext
von Dave Hollister
I Don't Want to Be a Hustler Songtext
(Intro)
Yeah
It′s that shit
Yeah
Didn't wanna be a hustler
But I had no choice
Y′all don't know what that is
That's what shit, what
Didn′t wanna be a hustler
But I had no choice
Lemme school y′all for a minute
What
1 - I didn't wanna be a hustler
Didn′t wanna hurt my mother
I know she didn't raise me that way
But I had to feed my family
"Lord watch his back" she did pray
I′m sorry mama, but now I'm paid
Because of my surroundings
I had no real choice and
Knew that I was going
Not even knowing
This was my destiny
A ghetto prodigy
Living in poverty
Really checked my mentality
Brought out the thug in me
Repeat 1
Before the crib and the 600
I was a shorty on the block runnin′
A little punk mothafucka just like you
Loud mouth knucklehead who loved to fight too
But I learned the real way of winnin' the game
Is not clockin' for another cat, makin′ him famous
But coppin′ me a brick, stayin' on the low
Hustled it myself, now I′m never gon' be broke
Repeat 1
Mmm hmm hmm (this the best part right here)
All day
2 - All night and all day
Had to get my pay, but
But the stacks
Stacks and stacks of cash
Kept my pockets fat
Repeat 2
Ooh-wee, I gotta get it
(Now if you got it like they want it and you know it)
Now somebody say ohh ohh ohh
(Dave make ′em holla for that dolla)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Oh oh oh)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Gotta get my money y'all)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Hey, hey)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Didn′t wanna be)
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Repeat 1 while:
Mama, I'm sorry
Ooh, ohh
Everybody say with me
Everybody sing with me, say
Ohh-wee-ohh, ohh
Gotta get that doe-ee-ohh
Ohh ohh
Everybody say
Ohh-wee-ohh, ohh ohh
Gotta get that doe-ee-ohh
Ohh ohh
Yeah
It′s that shit
Yeah
Didn't wanna be a hustler
But I had no choice
Y′all don't know what that is
That's what shit, what
Didn′t wanna be a hustler
But I had no choice
Lemme school y′all for a minute
What
1 - I didn't wanna be a hustler
Didn′t wanna hurt my mother
I know she didn't raise me that way
But I had to feed my family
"Lord watch his back" she did pray
I′m sorry mama, but now I'm paid
Because of my surroundings
I had no real choice and
Knew that I was going
Not even knowing
This was my destiny
A ghetto prodigy
Living in poverty
Really checked my mentality
Brought out the thug in me
Repeat 1
Before the crib and the 600
I was a shorty on the block runnin′
A little punk mothafucka just like you
Loud mouth knucklehead who loved to fight too
But I learned the real way of winnin' the game
Is not clockin' for another cat, makin′ him famous
But coppin′ me a brick, stayin' on the low
Hustled it myself, now I′m never gon' be broke
Repeat 1
Mmm hmm hmm (this the best part right here)
All day
2 - All night and all day
Had to get my pay, but
But the stacks
Stacks and stacks of cash
Kept my pockets fat
Repeat 2
Ooh-wee, I gotta get it
(Now if you got it like they want it and you know it)
Now somebody say ohh ohh ohh
(Dave make ′em holla for that dolla)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Oh oh oh)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Gotta get my money y'all)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Hey, hey)
Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo
(Didn′t wanna be)
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Repeat 1 while:
Mama, I'm sorry
Ooh, ohh
Everybody say with me
Everybody sing with me, say
Ohh-wee-ohh, ohh
Gotta get that doe-ee-ohh
Ohh ohh
Everybody say
Ohh-wee-ohh, ohh ohh
Gotta get that doe-ee-ohh
Ohh ohh
Writer(s): Ryan Toby, Vidal Davis, David Le Chaine Hollister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com