Nas & The Game - Hustlers (LYRICS) Video Clips.
This music is not mine. I created the video and for more videos like this please subscribe +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dre, he a Compton-Compton OG Nas, he a QB-QB true G Do the history Way before The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away But we still get together like every several years to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate So every breath I take, is all about the rules It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' [Chorus #1] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders [Chorus #2: Nas (The Game)] He a Compton-Compton OG (Mix that with a QB-QB true G) (What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks (West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots [The Game] 1995, eleven years from the day I'm in the record shop with choices to make "Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie Wanna cop both but ...
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