[Intro - sung in Mayfield falsetto]
I stay paid and, I like blades
Old shcool cars and, lovin Maze
I`ve got hoes (I`ve got hoes) I can show
Gettin money a-, ridin Rolls (ridin Rolls)
Keep my grind I don`t, waste my time
Comin up, gettin down for mines
I`m a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I`m a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
[Pimp C]
Deep up in the game, ain`t no stoppin
I get my money like Johnny `Guitar` Watson
Pimpin them hoes and put the bitch on the track
And tell the ho to bring all my money back
I wanna holla at that boy Ike Turner
You gotta know it`s `bout the paper and you learn her
About gettin on the corner for your daddy
What love got to do with it, I`m in the Caddy
I got a yellow-ass ho that`ll suck you up
That`ll blow in yo` butt ain`t scared to fuck
And she`ll bend over, take it like a G
Because you know the bitch down with Pimp C
I switched my name, to Jack Tripper
Now the hoes tryin to pull down my fuckin zipper
And get to that snake with the cobra head
I got some homeboys doin life in the fed
[Chorus - Mayfield falsetto] + (Pimp C)
I`m a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I`m a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav`, you already know I`m cookin in the lab)
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav`, you already know I`m cookin in the lab)
[Pimp C]
When I was young, alls I wanted was a `llac
I used to think them niggaz fiends that was blowin on the weed sack
Cause all I did was cut up cheese
And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease
I used to have, a .25 pistol
But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too bitch
I eat you up I ain`t goin for that ho shit
Them other niggaz playin games in the streets
You think it`s `bout bein lame and makin lame beats
We ain`t `bout you and them bitch niggaz
Cause fuck boys, could easily get hit with the trigger
You think you rich? But you a bitch
You see me in the club check my pitch
I`m down with J. Prince bitch, and you know that
When we come through splittin big niggaz hats
[Chorus - Mayfield falsetto] + (Pimp C)
I`m a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I`m a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(I`m whippin in the Nav`, comin on the slab, you already know I`m cookin in the lab)
(I`m whippin in the Nav`, comin on the slab, you already know I`m cookin in the lab)
[Pimp C]
Twenty-fo` I`m a country star, in a country car
Got a country-ass bitch, sip country bar
Got a country son, got a country chain
Come and got in the car, and grippin country grain
Sweet Jones bitch, Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout?
Go out and get that shit
I`m talkin `bout doin, a million records independently sold, on yo` bitch ass
So when you see me in the city recognize I`m already paid
When you see me choppin on blades, {?} bitch
Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on `em
Representin that side, P.A. to B-zay
And ain`t no thang to beat a bitch-ass nigga
Ain`t no Blood and no Crip, fuck-ass nigga I`m {?}
I told ya, bitch
[ad libs to fade]
