Omar Offendum - Hustle On lyrics
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I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!!
(All Day)
I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!!
(Always)
I got my - I got my pomegranate hustle on!!!
(Hustle Onnnn!!!)
I got my - I got my tamarindo my hustle on!!!
(Yaoooo)
The saint of (This aint a) sham my boy
(NOOO)
No one can break it down like i can my boy
(OHHH)
Here - watch hold my camera boy
(GOOO)
I do the hustle like im Van McCoy
(WHOA...)
you know the feelin every man's enjoyed
(SHO)
i make an honest livin with my hands - employed
(DOUGH)
so yes i am annoyed …
go get ya hustle on or can the noise
(shhhhhhh)
Verse 1:
now i could sell a
bedouin a sandcastle
with my hands shackled
convince 'em its a glass palace
when its ramshackle
think twice - fixed price
when ya can't haggle
thick slice sit like
brisk nights in the panhandle
sweet tea
competition greets me
tryin to flip a cheap fee
b/c they know they gettin manhandled
(hey...)
you Willy Lowman's need to know when
it's time to cut your losses
go ahead - punch your bosses
thats word to MrTibbz
I serve 'em till they nauseous
like Woody Boyd
witty pretty boy with the Narcicyst
stick to the script quick
sale dont tempt me
long-term growth's
when the fares grow plenty
see they can claim to have a ton
& barely have twenty
concede its (can see it as) half full
when its clearly half-empty
now put your cups up & flex that muscle long
remember that offendum said to go on & git that HUSTLE ON!!!
Chrous:
I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!!
(All Day)
I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!!
(Always)
I got my - I got my pomegranate hustle on!!!
(Hustle Onnnn!!!)
I got my - I got my tamarindo my hustle on!!!
I got my - I got my sweet-water hustle on!!!
(All Day)
I got my - I got my rosewater hustle on!!!
(Always)
I got my - I got my liqorish (3rq soos) hustle on!!!
(Hustle Onnnn!!!)
I got my - I got a Hibiscus hustle on!!!
(Yaoooo)
The saint of (This aint a) sham my boy
(NOOO)
No one can make it sound like i can my boy
(OHHH)
Now this is how its goin down my boy
(GOOO)
I do the hustle like im Van McCoy
(WHOA...)
you know the feelin every man's enjoyed
(SHO)
i make an honest livin with my hands - employed
(DOUGH)
so yes i am annoyed
go get ya hustle on or can the noise
(shhhhhhh)
Verse 2:
and no you can't knock it
with any reasonable doubt
the #1 pusha
easin it out
pourin my sugarwater pitcher
picture pleasin ya mouth
but put'chya payment in my palm
dont go leavin without
my keys & pound/spout
with interest in me
livin without
the riba no doubt
with reason i could
freeze an account
optimize streamline
monopolize - truth
even it out
the cost of lies - proof
believer devout
prophecise who?
im just tryina cop a fly soof
what can i do?
peddlar of a funkdafied brew
customized to
deliver the dollars in response to
the customers a' hollerin behind you
now mind you
the market may take dips
with bread chips like fondu
& target your pensions
with a penchant to starve you
so git ya hustle on before you go & try to argue
this a sample homey i aint gonna charge you
