Keep Hustlin' (Feat. E-40 & Too Short)

Ooh! 
Betytch! Huh-ha, hah! 
Dub Cya, nya! 
Uhhhh, hah! 
Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc? 
Whassupish weebelations? 
$hort Dawg, we all hogs 
Ain't nuttin' nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy 
We doin our thingamajig up in this beyotch! 

Thinkin' of a master plan 
'Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand 
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence 
Thinkin', "How can I get paid for spinnin' this gangsta shit?" 
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream 
Of swervin' 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines 
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice 
For the ten china whites seekin' hustler paradise 
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin? 
Dub see still claimin' that Maad Circle gang and 
Smokin' dank and drankin', jaw breakin' runnin' the pavement 
Top rankin' CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer 
International resider worldwider packin' heat 
Mashin' for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P 
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin' 
Dub see, hoo-ridin' for the chip but still hustlin' 

[Chorus]
Keep hustlin' 'cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah 
Keep on hustlin' droppin' keys funk stackin' weed shiftin' 
Keep hustlin' true players play it all night long 
Keep on hustlin' on and on 

Check it out; Dub see the below system 
Got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on PGA any man 
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin' off my lights and gas, low on cash 
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water 
Plus I heard that the police department homicide division 
Want to holla at me about a manslaughter 
Triflin' ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich 
Don't know the outcome, talkin' 'bout "He got bread, he on Dub album" 
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus) 
When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice" 
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin' cute 
Knowin' that we unrecouped 
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie Hustle 
Knockin' though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket 
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive 
Tapes and CD's be my nine to five 
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established 
Long money, way before I signed for cabbage 

[Chorus]

Get your marbles main, get your paper glorify your paper route 

Yeah 
I'm comin' from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe 
Smokin' indo from the Valle-jo 
Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope 
If you tryin' to get high, what you passin' foe? 
Top notch on my right smellin' smoke 
But she don't know about the hustlin' that I did when I was broke 
My best customers, real macks and G's 
Dope fiend beats on the backstreets 
Me and Freddie be sellin' game 
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't complain 
I always been about the business, I ain't changed 
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin' the same 
Ghetto star, feelin' the pavement 
I'm always down to earth, tryin' to get paid bitch 
Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin' 
I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion 

[Chorus]

$hort Dawg, you know we players main 
Get your money nigga 

E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change 
You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch 
Dub see! 
Nya! Nya! 
You know I'm takin' mine nya! 
Fsh, ahh, uh, erytime up in they tall can face 
Glorifyin' our paper route, nonstop you know? 
Beyotch!