RICK ROSS – HUSTLIN (PRINCE OF BALLARD)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It's time to spend my thrills cuz I'm spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo
[Hook]

Paroles (Traduction)

[Intro]
Hustle, en train de bosser, bosser
Hustle, en train de bosser, bosser
Hustle, en train de bosser, bosser
Hustle, en train de bosser, bosser
Hustle, en train de bosser, bosser
Hustle, en train de bosser, bosser
Hustle, en train de bosser, bosser
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je, chaque jour, je, chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je, chaque jour, je, chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse, bosse, bosse, bosse, bosse
[Couplet 1]
Avec qui tu crois que tu es en train de baiser, je suis le putain de patron
Sept heures quarante-cinq, blanc sur blanc, c'est putain de Ross
Je les taille large, je les taille longs, je les taille épais (Quoi)
Je les garde qui reviennent (Quoi), on les garde qui reviennent
Je suis dans la distribution, je suis comme Atlantic
Je les fais voler à travers l'Atlantique
Je connais Pablo, Noriega, le vrai Noriega
Il me doit cent faveurs
Je ne suis pas mesquin, on achète tout le truc
La plupart de mes gars dealent toujours de la cocaïne
Mon toit ouvert, mon argent roule
J'appuie sur l'accélérateur, je te montre ce que je vaux
Quand ils emmènent Black, je pleure pendant cent nuits
Il a cent corps, sert cent vies
[Refrain]
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je bosse
Chaque jour, je

Thématique Luxe

Style Rap

Keywords Cocaïne, Fierté

Entités normées Jay-Z, Rick Ross