Intro: Dre and Fidal Niggas play everything live, nigga Like Cool and The Game back in the day play it live, nigga Fuck you niggas know about makin beats
Traduction: The Game. Dream Hustlers.
Williams] Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike Please do not get the game crossed
Verse 4] Life is but a dream Aint always what it seems Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream Raise your glass and lets toast to when we didnt have Hustle
that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me
while I (uhh) you You tried me and well infact I tried too You played games when it's like I never played you I'm talkin from the hustle baby tell me
tha ladda [Hook:] I gotta staaay on my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind... I'm gon be hustlen till I loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind I gotta staay on my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ii iiiiiiiiind... I'm gon be hustlen
don't work, you don't eat And the lowest level of a man is when he is living on the street Whatever you put in the game, the game goin give back to you
world fuck these bitches 'cause the hatred I got for my old girl is a motherfucker I ain't tryna hear it, I ain't tryna know ya unless you be a hustler
other, cause I can't stop People trying to trick me of my mission, but I can't drop Cause I can't fall, run up I'ma keep bumping my lead Before the game
tripping with envy Slip and slide like a snake, vibrate the world like a quake Mashing hard on the gas, with 3rd Coast on the plate Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers
can't stop it Got to be true to the game, never new to the game A nigga did two and a half of the game, and I show no shame Creeping your hustle, really
to see the hustling nickels and dimes Got a smile on my face, but everything ain't fine Stay on my grind, I had to keep a cool mind frame Day dreaming
(feat. I-20, Tity-Boi) [Hook: Chingy] Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) All my fly day numbered, hustlas
Office Romeos believe Dictation is the statutory dish Do they want you for your body When you wanna use your mind Every day it's hustle hustle But you
I can see That you obviously don't know me or my homies We O-U-T Lawz, f**k the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams
was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin
go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules
