Hustle Town Songtext
von SPM

Hahaha
Hustle Town, my city, man
Born and raised, baby
Yo, I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
Raisin′ men in a big city
I know it's hard
Let ′em know what's up, Filero, huh

I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin' licks off tricks
Workin′ two jobs, a dope dealer, and a pimp
Mom′s beggin' me to stop every day
So scared for me to walk Memory lane
But mom, don′t worry, my tech protects well
I told y'all, "One day, this rap shit gon′ sell"
'Cause my heart been broken from the start


Since the day my father died, when I was seven, in the park
So, I wrote the book
How to pimp hoes and kick do′s
And if I kill, well then, that's just how the shit go
Pull yo' strap
What am I supposed to sweat?
This is the third time today I come close to death

Hustle Town, Hustle Town
The city of dreams where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town, the shit don′t stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the Glock cocked

Hustle Town
The city of dreams where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town, the shit don′t stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the Glock cocked

Set 'em up, wet ′em up
Etceteras
Tell your treasury
Empty the register
Shit serious, I'll give you life a period


Well, here he is, is the kid with experience
Don′t start shit
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark
Someone tell 'em where his heart is
Blue light, who dies?

Tonight, maybe over two dice
Maybe ′cause he blew fry
On top of you with the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlers
Beat the draws off of y'all
Knowledge while my shit be flawless
Dope House Records, step into my office

Hustle Town, Hustle Town
The city of dreams where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town, the shit don′t stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the Glock cocked

Hustle Town
The city of dreams where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town, the shit don′t stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the Glock cocked

It's your boy, Lord Loco
You know what I′m talkin' ′bout? (Yeah)
Representin' that H-Town with my boy SPM (H-Town)
There′s a lot of frauds out there, you know what I'm sayin'?
So, what do you think about this fraud ass niggas, Los?

You′re jackin′ jaws
I'm packin′ balls, smoke and split
I give more gifts than Santa Claus
With a cold 40-ounce and a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Mista-Masta for Mystical Mexican Maniac
Competition, you motherfuckers make me laugh

You's a bitch if you′re hatin' on my Houston hits
Fight Devils like you with a crucifixion
Ruthless shit
With a shawty, shake your body
Gun Kung Fu mixed with AK Karate
I′m sorry, but you the past like Atari
As I smoke like Marley, stay Brown like Charlie

Hustle Town, Hustle Town
The city of dreams where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town, the shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the Glock cocked

Hustle Town
The city of dreams where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town, the shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the Glock cocked