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(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls You finally made it to the end of the album I hope you learned somethin But the best is yet to come (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) (Chorus One: Yung Joc) Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long (Yung Joc) You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now (Chorus One) (Chorus Two: Yung Joc) I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!) Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin (Chorus One + Chorus Two) (Yung Joc) Hahahahahaha If you made it to this portion of the album Give yourselves a round of applause man I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart For takin the time, to ride with me nigga To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga Hustlenomic$ is what it is It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention This is what I do Like I said, if you listen to this shit Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes) |
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Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Okay im back, sit back and listen First album platinum plaques now watch it glisten The badest broads, the fastest cars, Im sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours What says it aint, yall niggas said I cant Ya laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank Now my lady happy cause we aint gotta starve Hatas mad at me, cause im on my joc I congratulate ya somebodys gotta do it Im not bad, im used to it And if ya feel the same then youz a friend of mine Wontcha tell them lames, don't get outta line Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Call it hustlenomics, hustle by any means I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes Theres not enough fingers for me to count on My stalks way up, call me dow jones Ive been around the world, in almost every hood I walk anywhere, this card is very good And they don't play round, down in H town Ill take ya to the bottom, im talking dade county I take ya out west, in them lo lo's Scared to rep ya set, that's a no no I take ya back to the A town, Hey now, play around, or ill make them boys make ya lay it down Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention Respect the grind, respect my intuition Don't get outta line, just look and listen And soon youll find, im what you've been missin And the bottom line is im on the clock 24/7 the hustle don't stop Oh ya im from the A, that's my stompin ground And if ya on ya joc we stand on common ground Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc And everything I say seem to come from the heart And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards. Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line |
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welcome to Starblocks
it's young dirty who sent you? its Young Dirty! oh okay what you need? hey I need some of them thangs, mayn. how many of em two of em, give me two. I got you, pull on around to the window pimp aiight shawty ay ay ay joc what up Patman cuh cuz out here say he need two of them thangs o yea he want two of em? yea, ay joc whatup? you know tha motto! yea hustle by any means nigga! First I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) okayy its just another day at the coffee shop I grab them coffee beans, time to heat them coffee pots turn them lights on, j's rush the parkin lot this the neighborhoods number one stop n shop no regular, we only serve the best for the low low, cheaper than the rest! I'm takin orders, tell me whos next only cash, no credit, no checks when your car stop, welcome to starblocks you wanna triple your knot? invest in our stock n now we doin numbers, like the closeout make sure you shop wit me, before its sold out First I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) cook it in the morning, sell it durin midday whipped cream the same color as your latte I tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe you can get the coca if you got tha get-it-green colombian, and I ain't talkin coffee beans 12 to 12 its always someone on the scene starblocks, we get it out by any means coffee shop, trap spot, hand to hand, get my guap pockets still ounce for ounce decafinated off the top rockstar, rollin rocks piano keys, work the block welcome to starblocks, we trap like the coffee shop...let go, see first I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) ah ha okay everybody on the block know my nick name when you drop by just ask for whip game and all my money get counted when the shifts change they get into it, ima let my four fifth bang if you need the number 1-800-starblocks coca latte damned to make ya heart stop and now the haters hot so they run n tell the cops shut this xxxx down, we set up shop on another block first I take they order like the coffee shop then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop (yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big) |
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Chorus: Gorilla Zoe
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye) [x3] Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin [x3] Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin Yung Joc I pull up to the club, jumpin' out of rovers Lookin' like a car show, dat's da way we roll up Dope bois showin love, all da ho's know of us Need extra security, dey know dey cant control us, I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker So I V.I.P. my way standin on da sofas Now watch me demonstrate da way a playa post up I don buried cha weight, u know we throw dem toast up Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it Finna set-up shop, well we ain't even worried bout it Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pie I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat'll get dat work up out 'em I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk Yea u smell dat fruity fruit err'time da wind blow I throw away dat chump change, I'm all abot dat bigga dough Joc a real hood nigga, just like Gorilla Zoe (Chorus) Gorilla Zoe When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin When dem ho's start jockin, dem bottles start poppin When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dawgs Got boi's in da club comin' fresh from the trap Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs, I got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs Now da party don't stop cuz dey we got dat guap She gon' make ha booty clap and Imma throw another knot When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap Bottle poppin ova here, tell dat DJ run it back (Chorus) Yung Joc When my nigga Steve died U know we popped dem bottles Niggas tried to run & hide We went lookin wit dem choppas Now it's time to take a ride in dat all black Impala If u niggas think im lyin' I put dat on my momma And dats why err'time, his birthday come up Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drunk up Fo my nigga, I'm a clown Like the numba 1 stunna Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho' "I'm feeling you" Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dat's what I'm finna do Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to?" Den she started blushing, told me bring a friend or two A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut her like a gin-su Flexin bout some money, dat's da shit beginna's do She know I'm gettin' money and she wanna be a winna too (Chorus) |
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(ad libs for the first 28 seconds as a machine counts money)
(Chorus: Yung Joc) Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah) Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah) You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah) Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (Yung Joc) Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G. Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood 350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin I love the streets boi, I f**k with D boy Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!) I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo' From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live (Chorus) (Diddy) Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man! C'mon check this out Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$ The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished I know, you see it, think twice to believe it Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill (Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (LET'S GO~!) (Chorus) |
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(feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block)
(Intro:) (Deep Voice:) Hustlenomics (The Game:) eh joc (Yung Joc:) wud up nigga? (The Game:) a nigga quick produced this shit? (Yung Joc:) Hell yeah (The Game:) shit crazy homie (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (The Game:) I'm coming straight for your neck dawg, Razor blade hecklered and cocked, In California niggas back on the block, I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat Original bad boys man even Puff know We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses I was 16 then, little nigga inspired Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha) Nah, fuck you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' fuck you bitch On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb-hot And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (Yung Joc:) Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it Hey, nigga you don't want no static Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids, fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!) Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs, I fuck with real Gs, like the Diplomats When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (Jim Jones:) (Jones! Jackal!) Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin) Another one to block (its good) You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit) And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah) Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim) I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh) Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish) Either or, there was no inbetween, (no) It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money) 20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper) Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly) Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?) The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what) In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin') till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride) Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow) He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L) (Hook:) My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe (Outro:) (Block:) y'all know who I be? (The Game:) haha who you be nigga? (Block:) Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut throat niggas, muthafucka we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga, thuggin piece of my nigga, free my muthafuckin dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the muthafuckin chevy nigga, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby. |
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INTRO (Yung Joc)
Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ BNT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat BNT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go (Chorus) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G (Verse 1: Yung Joc) You can catch me in the A Check my DNA What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way The block on lock, jet like the chain gang The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame '77 Chevelle, same color cocaine And I a true balla n G playin in da deck Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit? (Chorus x2) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G (Verse 2: Young Dro) Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' ???? Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin bet cost 30" stretchas on the Escalade ???? Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault Took alota cash and walked Jury, scurred me Eights on da ??? make it hard to steering Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery A general and surely man I seem pearly I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry (Chorus x2) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G (Verse 3: Bun-B) You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type (Chorus x3) I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G |
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[Yung Joc:]
Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor [Chorus:] Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers Cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker! [Yung Joc:] Yeahhhhhhhh Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and [Chorus] [Yung Joc:] Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill Roof on fire, sound the alarm We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn) [Chorus] [Yung Joc:] Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2 Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette I need a material girl in a material world Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it [Chorus: to fade] |
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(Intro: Joc's high pitched alter ego)
See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood They call me Pak Man shorty (Chorus: repeat 2X) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man) 1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name 2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name (Yung Joc + (alter ego)) (Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man) I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man (See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man) So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man) (Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus) (Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up) So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood (Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood~!) So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park) So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn) So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones) So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun) (Chorus) (Yung Joc + (alter ego)) Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock) Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc) Why T.I.? (Cause T.I. he the king) (Jeezy say YEAHHHHHHHHH on everything) (I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin) (Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic$) HUSTLENOMIC$! (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what? ((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA (I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean) (Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow (I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's) (In my hood just like Ball and 'JG) (Chorus) (Yung Joc's high pitched alter ego + (Joc)) Let me show you how it's done, ay Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya) Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man) P-P-P-Pak Man Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old But I was always told man, do what'cha do And you'll be okay, y'all drop the hook for 'em (Chorus - 2X) |
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(Intro/Chorus - samples)
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money I-I be I be getting I be getting I be - I be getting I be getting I be I be getting I be getting I be get - I be get - I be I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money I-I be I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be getting I be get (OHH) I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be get - I be I I I (Yung Joc) That right~! Talk to 'em; let's go I'm getting to da money twenty-four seven, ain't shit changed The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (CAKED UP) Got murder men for hire now the (MURDER RATE UP) If snitches on the block, now the (TIP WAY UP) Block E-N-T bitch (YOU CAN'T FADE US) Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shhhh) Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind I can make my money flip fo' times in no time (Chorus) (Mike Carlito) Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin Shake the stack, nigga chopper go BRRRAP, at your medulla Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay Plus I, get to da money like casinos A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe Ahh - you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay Girl and boy, fuck the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ (Chorus) (Gorilla Zoe) & (Yung Joc) (Yeah, yeah) (Shorty who you bank with) - (the streets of America) (Who you roll with) - (the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya) (What that Chevy sittin on) - (oh it's them deuce-deuce Derringers) (What about yo' connects) - (Pablo from South America) (Where you stash the money) - (that shoebox in the closet) (How you move the work) - (I buy it and you haul it) (How you handle hoes) - (my nigga you call it) (Tell 'em how the game goes) - (keep ballin and stop stallin) (Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo' Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga I'm here now, you're old news, yeah this my season nigga) (Chorus - to fade) |
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(Chorus: Southerngirl (Yung Joc))
I'm just, livin the life, of a young baller shot caller Dope rider don't mind me I'm just doin my thang Livin the life, of a go-getter, no-quitter Gotta get to the money, get money money hey Livin the life Livin the life, livin the life, livin the life (I'ma live every day like a holiday) (Gotta get to the money, get get to the money) (Yung Joc) I've been around the world just like dosey do Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho' Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked Been gettin money since my debut dropped (CHA-CHING~!) Pop a couple tabs with my man and them Date an international chick now I'm landin them International suites now I'm stayin in them International freaks I'm playin with them I can porco hoes, hit the sand with them We f**k all night then I abandon them Take a top model chick to the cabin man Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin man She call a few friends, run a caravan I call a few friends, I love sharin man (Chorus) (Yung Joc) You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam Nigga Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram She love takin snapshots on the phone cam Knockin out a ringtone that's a jam I see shit that every nigga don't see I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree Convinced her to skip town, just her and me Hit the P and bank exchange my currency Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the states M-I-A yo or Cuban bistro Feel the wind blow, from the seasho' Six hour flight back to the West coast Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin close Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her I got some nerve to take this picture (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Now you don't have to like what I do I'ma do me, and you do you I say that you don't have to like the way I ride I'm a G, and I gets mine Yeah I can't lie man, I done seen amazing places Amazing broads with amazing faces Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it Baby let's rinse off, we bathin naked Time to change clothes, we Bathing Ape it This lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it Leave no paper trail, the feds can't trace it Blow a couple hundred thou' around the world, let's make it Now you don't have to like what I do I'ma do me, and you do you I say that you don't have to like the way I ride I'm a G, and I gets mine (Chorus) |
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(Yung Joc)
Ay you know what, eh-heh When I started recordin this album I said I wasn't gonna do a, y'know dear momma type of record but I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma SHIT~! I got to have her (Chorus: Jazze Pha) Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman If I find another girl, like my momma I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under (Yung Joc) Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade The angel that I call momma was sent by God Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due Mom was a O.G., did what she had to I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional I love my momma (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Yo, yo I remember - my first BMX, she showed me how to ride She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs She could take Spam and make a first class meal When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown She played both roles, king and queen of the throne I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it I love my momma (Chorus) (Yung Joc) I'ma try to stop the music one time Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!) If you love your momma clap yo' hands If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!) Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out Momma you stayed down, you never faked it Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it And when I had a son, they said I need a job That's when you told me son, just follow your heart And so I did that, I went through all the drama So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma (Chorus) |
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nigga pull out yours
tell them what you are shorty see what i did was go and get a real niggar and show them how i am trick daddy and yung joc i like the way the grill on the my chevy slides i like the way the rimes on my chevy slides i like the way the chevy makes the girls go wild 64 chevely ssl 24 suntiles fresh built i love the way the paint is |
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(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls You finally made it to the end of the album I hope you learned somethin But the best is yet to come (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) (Chorus One: Yung Joc) Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long (Yung Joc) You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now (Chorus One) (Chorus Two: Yung Joc) I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!) Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$) Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin (Chorus One + Chorus Two) (Yung Joc) Hahahahahaha If you made it to this portion of the album Give yourselves a round of applause man I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart For takin the time, to ride with me nigga To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga Hustlenomic$ is what it is It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention This is what I do Like I said, if you listen to this shit Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes) |
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