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Show You How To Hustle

Artist:Pharrell Williams  Album:In My Mind 

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Yo, uh, huh, yes sir Turn everything up some more The drums you know, the music and shit (Holla back) I'm goin' for it now (Holla back) Yes sir (Holla back) Hey, yo In the heart of a re-up, it's somthin' like a G up MCA fingering that B up or that C up Fiends creep up with their flesh lookin' beat up And my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup He opened up his jacket I opened up my packet He pulled out his money I'm pullin' out that honey He stuff it in his stem soon as he took it from me Yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny He lit that shit, he hit that quick as if I was high I asked him where them bricks at shit He smiled as if he was payin' homage He said in the back of the apartment Where they be selling ganja But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas I said shit ma nigga take another hit We ran up in that crib with them Uzis and them Sigs Give up the work or we tyin' up the kids Did I get that work, what you think? Yes I did I didn't actually that wasn't true and If you aspire to hustle, that's a how to, to you This that shit make you wanna hustle Carry square guns shootin' metal with muffles Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles We gonna show you how to hustle (Holla back) So you can style all these sneakers (Holla back) So you can style all these sneakers (Ya follow that) So you can style all these sneakers (well, follow this) It's incredible how I etch my plans out To be physically subtle and financially stand out You should see me stick that big S on my anso And literally call destructure so no one can touch ya Teenage girls'll love ya and models wanna fuck ya Ice cream ya way on to somebody's magazine cover So much money that the lid threatens eruption and The bank says you don't have to call like you're Usher And I ain't kill or sell drugs to nobody But I know niggas that kill and stretch work like pilates Nigga the crack house was literally right beside me When them fiends hit that shit they kicked just like karate


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