文本歌词

De La Soul、Da Bea**inerz - The Hustle
Everybody do the hustle
Check it out do the hustle
Aiyo get the hell off dat
non-personnel
Only MCs allowed is those
who can rock well
Stop screamin' this is
about the demon up in vines
Brooklyn to Long Island
and you can find us
Makin hits followed by music
with many flicks with girls
With big tits playin themselves
all across the world
Is the frenzy of the get
one to for life
See many shades of pay
without having trades
Thoughts designed to
drink more wine in the ride
Breathin in air that's conditioned
Many many be wishin they
could wonder like I
I be wonderin why embarking
on that Soul expedition
The mission of many to be
licking honey vixen
Blowing money just so you
can re-up like Nixon's
The nearest eardrum wants
to take a chance
Just to say that they can do
the dance called the hustle
S-O-S the hustle got you
stranded out in the shuffle
Bagged you up in a duffle
Bag bag I take the express
zone to keep y'all locos
Blowin out your noses
your mannequin poses
Keep the situation plastic
I mask it
Identifyin mine takes
too much time
It's a wage of higher
stakes of what's more deep
Some even do the hustle
off-beat it's the hustle
Yo I never smoked
no **** in my life
Single De La brother
one kid no wife
And life can be trife
ask the Mobb from Queens
Heads filled with knuckle
chuckle when robbing you clean
Fallin out like barrettes
be them vets that didn't
know that they
Could be the prayer
wrecked cops or bootleggers
And all them chumps lookin
for anything to toss me
Figure me as a police line
don't even cross me
I catch theories over crews
when they tell me I move
Like chesspieces
wild one steps
make heroes on reps
Came to toast MC's like
Ted Knight see I ignite em
When they too close for comfort
and some try to come hurt
My ego man it's big like
illegal drug business
Stay down my bare witness
and just electric slide
Aside five boroughs is
the way I come thorough
Makin musical tunes
like my bind-tight squirrel
Bea**inerz design stitched
for your behind
Takin you to heights you thought
was too high to climb
Averdeen couldn't map it
where hurricane collapsed it
For whatever I'mma strap it
where hon' wants to tap it
44 heads I make a dead
bird sing the hymns
You doubt I say the ****
to make a mute man shout
Big up to Phife Diggy and
La and Buck Dent
Got to hustle just to pay the
rent so it's the hustle