Joell Ortiz - Hustle Hard Lyrics

Joell Ortiz - Hustle Hard Lyrics:

yeah, yeah, i was out there too homie boy, i was just playing my hand

on my block be hand to hand, when we see dance we scram

when it beats them cans it's blam, sit you in that ambulance

mama … going plick, you boy can use … you can hustle but it's not what you think

boy who told you could park? oh he did, well have him tell me before you end up smoked

brand new luggage in the trunk, now pop the anal ... and yeah i hustle hard

no hold up, listen to me, listen to me, literally ...i hustle hard, with them … i'm chef boyard

and my rounds stay after part and i need some harden chevy i don't do them fancy cars

i'm no pablo escobar, i'm pablo boulevard, with a hundred million loco ... that's on my squad

one whisper you go to guard, garbage in my spot, that's a not

and every fee like the renee's was hooked to the rock from the crooked

where you pop a funny look, you get shot you be so shook

you can stop you ain't no crook, i can spot a perpetrator from a mile away

dog you're looking like a purple haze in the …

hit it this way the lion stay, nah i ain't talking about jeez when i stay that steam

from the iron's way, hustling cause i promise myself i'll be clean, on my dying day

but i'm nowhere near death so i told shawty open up wide cause closed mouths don't get fed

so i let cough a bit i get caught up in a way with your fans i'ma get this bread

you the king of your hood i'm the ace in mine, now ace tell them what you say

same old shit, just a different day

out here tryna get it, each and every way

momma need a house

baby need some shoes

times are getting hard

guess what i'mma do

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

okay, i'm booked out until august

show money deposits

see the shit then i cop it

got but a house note in my pocket

i'm on south beach with the top off

bad bitch and her ass soft

something outta that catalogue

she introduced to that lock jaw

and i think her name was lisa

or maybe it was sheila

my chevy sittin' too high

i call that wiz khalifa

and i'm all about the new franklins

ain't talkin' aretha

bitch my league too major

i'm hiphop derek jeter

and i'm still feeling my pockets

big bass and its knocking

yeah this be the remix

but still ride around with that rocket

i'll go walking back to my household

"we the best" be the logo

hundred grand for that neck glow

all about the dinero

nigga flow so retarded

we be getting gnarley

oh kimosabe, it be me, ross, weezy party cause its the

same old shit, just a different day

out here tryna get it, each and every way

momma need a house

baby need some shoes

times are getting hard

guess what i'mma do

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

you know i love this nigger

closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

24's on my beemer

you never know when i slide up

19 in my nina, red dot when i ride up

hundred deep in that k.o.d

king of diamonds that's me nigga

no you bitches can't get my beat

choppers only thing free niggas

step to me and i teach you

somebody text his picture

straight drop in my

ace knocking my speakers

last night i counted 1 mill

this morning 150

pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah

v12 ?, jet blue, forget it

rolex embedded with princess and baguettes

same old brick, but's it's different yay

yeah that's candy paint, on my 7 tre

same old shit, just a different day

out here tryna get it, each and every way

momma need a house, baby need some shoes

times are getting hard, guess what we gon do

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

ok, now, black card in my pocket

riding round in that gotti

pistol off my boxers

i ain't got time to be boxing

got a red bone she look tropic

if she fuck me right then she shopping

young money we poppin'

i eat these rappers, anthony hopkins

see that v-neck, thats polo

grilled up like ocho

chuck taylors with no socks

you niggas chicken, pollo

nigga live on sundays, king of diamonds monday

swagger just dumb, call it kelly bundy

got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it

real nigga i'm authentic

i'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded

got a bad bitch who be bartending

couple homies that gang bang

i get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that wayne train

free my nigga t.i

soowoo to the beehive

got a g6 and a g5

you pussy niggas you feline

don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley

oh kimosabe, i'm with mack, ? and marley

cause its the same old shit, just a different day

out here tryna get it, each and every way

momma need a house, baby need some shoes

for that carter iv, bitch, it's coming soon

same old shit, just a different day

out here tryna get it, each and every way

momma need a house

baby need some shoes

times are getting hard

guess what i'mma do

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard.