Letra de Keep on Hustlin' (feat. Young Jeezy, Bun B, Nate Dogg)
Keep on hustlin' Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine If I lose my grip on the game No more bud, no more cash, no more damesKeep on hustlin' Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine If I lose my grip on the game No more bud, no more cash, no more dames (No, no more hoes)I'm realizing my struggle for what it is and taken And what belong to me and my responsibility Keep my enemies close 'cause they the ones that get me In a minute they'll be trying to pump a gauge in me Leave the other "G" committee Funkadelic better tell it to the fellas, I ain't the one to be played with If you think you gone be testing you sure in for a lesson That's forever session I'm blessing to be the donBy the time you get the message outta this one I'll be dipping Dipping the streets of LBC It's been a long time stepping up to the plate now I'm new and improved plus I drive a new bent now My family straight, plus my homies in the game now Living it straight, Long Beach the pen state Bounce, rock, roller-skate (Them niggas know they can't fuck with Warren G and Nate)Keep on hustlin' Can't stop gotta claim what's mine (what's mine, nigga) If I (yeah), lose my grip on the game (what's happenin', nigga? LBC) No more bud, no more cash, no more dames (all ready, nigga) (No, no more hoes)(Yeah, let's go) Rest in peace Nate Dogg, I'll meet you at the gate (yeah) Pac was alive, life still'll be great (yeah) District attorney, go ahead and free Lil Boosie (Boosie) B.I.G was alive, everybody need some juicy (right) Tell me the difference between Suge and Puff While you at it, tell me the difference between weed and dust My hustle don't stop it's around the clock My paranoia don't stop, hands around the Glock (that's right)Some of the shit I say, man, a nigga might kill me (kill me) It's all good long as you motherfuckers feel me What the fuck is going on? Niggas acting like I owe them (owe em') Think I can't do it by myself, but I'ma show em' (yeah) Went from Air Force 1's to white Dolce Gabbanas Nigga ain't shit changed, I'm still keeping them llamas Yeah, I used to cop them white ass bricks when they was high (high) GS400 Lexus when they was fly (yeah) It don't stop, niggaKeep on hustlin' (it don't stop, nigga) Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine If I lose my grip on the game No more bud, no more cash, no more dames (They don't know I hear it, nigga) (No, no more hoes)Welcome to the ghetto (to the ghetto) just like my home boy Chico Where everyday the block is on lock like Steve Biko Everyday brothers getting hit up with the R.I.C.O I see CE from PAT to CPT You know they can't stand to see me "G" Getting my hustle on in these streets Makiing my ends meet (meet) So they hate on me behind my back Hoping that one time flash lights behind my lacThey say it's no pain, no gain (gain) well, guess what then? (Then) I'm hurting bad as hell, but it ain't for nothing ('thin) Once I climb up out of this whole I been stuck in The doors they kept me out they gon' let me the fuck in (in) I didn't come this far for me to quit now (now) So I'ma make sure I get all I can get now (now) 'Cause tomorrow might be my last That's why I'm stacking everything I can before I pass I gottaKeep on hustlin' Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine If I lose my grip on the game No more bud, no more cash, no more dames(No, no more hoes)