SWISHAHOUSE - How Hustler's Do It lyrics

rate me

(feat. Webbie)

[talking:]

Bounce, Paul Wall let's see if we can make these hoes bounce

Keke what's up nigga, (The Day Hell Broke Loose part 1, 2, 3)

[Webbie:]

Now I been looking around, I see some pretty lil' thangs out

This all making sense, thats' the reason why I came out

Big fine, make you wanna squeeze letting it hang out

Addictive and deceivers, one of these I'ma bring out

Meet me at the bar, I don't like the way they treat me at the bar

So I snuck a couple gallons, out the car

Oh boy this bitch thick, you know we like the times when it's thick

Me and the click get the shine, on all bitches

Big fat diamond chain, know I'm blinding those bitches

Work that big fat thang, wish she had mo' titties

But she got enough bank, to take the snack so I ain't tripping

I was hitting she was licking Paul Wall, that's pimping

Told her might as well keep your drawas off, cause all niggaz all right

Down the hall, and bout doing some'ing with ya

From the artist to record em mayn, the whole trio hit her

Then she hollered, I ain't never fucked this many real niggaz

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This how them hustlers do it, I prolly creep with em

I don't love em, I don't smoke and I don't lean with em

Yeah y'all nothing but tens, if I'm seen with em

It don't take that much, for me to lean with em

And money raining, look I'm staying

Whatever in here, she ain't doing no complaining

Money raining, look I'm staying

Whatever in here, she ain't doing no complaining

[Lil' Keke:]

Straight to the bar, for a shot of Patrone

If I wink and she blink, garunteed it's on

This pimping over here, baby play no game

With them shorts in your ass, you lil' nasty thang

Hey after the club, it's the hotel lobby

The Don is the truth, not a carbon copy

She drunk and sloppy, and full of them beans

My team is kushed out, and we full of that lean

Pull out the magnum, I'm tightly strapped

It was straight to the slab, with her head in my lap

I'm high as a moon, candy maroon

84's and butter rolls, so nigga stay tuned

A playa for real, they see the stacks I'm gaining

This Swishahouse trick, and the money is raining

California king, I keep three in the bed

I was getting some head, get-getting some head

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[Yung Redd:]

I ain't Mannie, but I'm fresh

Got a house full of swishas, mayn I'm rolling up the best know I'm tal'n bout

A lil' bit of that kush, just to give me that push

Paint wet like rain, boy them hoes gon look

Slim frame, T. Farris got my paper large

Fame and your gal, I'm on her IPOD

I been shining, and I ain't lying

Head to the Harlem Nights, money flying

Ran with whole some'ing screwed, if you ain't know

Different color flavors in my chain, taste the rainbow

It's real talk, let me show you what the hood like

Fate similar that you'll, taste the good life

Different hoes, different reasons

Yeah I hustle all year, so I'm balling all season

Purple rain, got me leaning

You on the sideline talking, but I got the hoes leaving

[Hook]