Hustlin

Keep on trying

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

C-c-can't hold me

This is dope boy music, American Dream

We let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream

No Auto-tune unless I'm tuning out the burrough

Flying through ya borough, (red) Camaro

I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush

With that 4-5 coat hanger, bag 'em and let me push

I used to get my ass wooped for listenin to Spice 1

On the court, game point, fade away, nice one

Same court where the fiends get they white from

Hustle 'til the night come

Crouch down low, with a pocket full of money

Shooting dice in my White 1's

Roll another seven of the night on my White 1's

I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin'

Moms and pops was both gangsters, any drama I will slump 'em

How the fuck you think I got the name Game?

Same way them Lakers got all of them fucking rings

Hustlin'

Hustling Championship ring

Hustling Metaphor street king

(Hustling) my moms worked the graveyard shift

She was bustin' it but I was at home straight hustlin'

I had two brothers, niggas didn't fuck with 'em

They was like, "That's our little brother, don't fuck with him"

They shot 'em both so, I was like, fuck it then

Called up the homies, "I'm ready, nigga jump me in"

Hopped in the G Ride, same one the pump be in

I'm 'bout to do these niggas worse than Columbians

And I aint hopping out the car like Trey did

I'm turnin' off the lights and pullin' up like "Say Kid"

Hustlin' championship ring

Hustlin' metaphor street king

Hustlin' drop top chain swing

Hustlin', hustlin

It was a cold day in 1996

Fav bar Reasonable Doubt Over

Before that day, we aint know shit about Hova

He was talking Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers

But all we knew were 5.0's and Toyota's

So, we took y'alls swag, y'all took our rags

The way I see it, it's a fair exchange, why you mad?

Son, yeah Jay was one of my teachers

Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but couldn't get a feature

Was like being underage and couldn't get a beeper

Missing sales 'cause the onions still stuck in my sneaker

Talkin' to Streetsweeper

Dodgin' the Grim Reaper

Hit my block after 8 o'clock, I'll make you a believer

We was movin' white kid, that Justin Beiber

Us and homeless shelters no different, we both feed 'em

Playing John Madden, smoking all my nigga weed up

Relaxin' with my feet up, waiting for the Re-Up

Keep on trying

You can never hold me down

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

C-c-can't hold me

Keep on trying

You can never hold me down

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

C-c-can't hold me

How I sell ten million and stay hood, somebody holla at me

If I go to jail you niggas ain't gon' throw a dolla at me

Like my nigga Frog, threw his Impala at me

Like when I was in the Bay and 40 popped his collar at me

That's why when I come through, she look like Halle Berry

I'm in this Game by myself, Solitaire

Every now and then, you might see me with a couple friends

Same ones that was right there when I had a couple ends

No fuckin' Benz, no fuckin' house

Just a fucking couch, so shut yo' fuckin' mouth

Before I zip it up, say fuck rap

Fuck Interscope, take my contract and rip it up

Aftermath's Bad Boy

Like BIG and Puff

The Giant can't sleep 'cause niggas steady tryna dig him up

And while you motherfuckers waitin' on Toronto

I'm in the hood with Pancho

Stacking Rajon Rondo

Hustlin' Championship rings

Hustlin' Metaphor street king

(Hustling) and while you motherfuckers waitin' on Toronto

I'm in the hood with Pancho

Stacking Rajon Rondo

Keep on trying

You can never hold me down

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

C-c-can't hold me

Keep on trying

You can never hold me down

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)

C-c-can't hold me