Meli'sa Morgan

Can't Knock the Hustle [Fools Paradise Remix][*]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha haBounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'allCheck, checkYo, I'm making short term goals, when the weather foldsJust put away the leathers and put ice on the goldChilly with enough bail money to free a Big WillieHigh stakes, I got more at stake than PhillyShopping sprees, coping threeDeuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yesBouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha50 G's to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade meChrome socks beamingThrough my peripheral I see ya schemingStop dreaming, I leave your body steamingNiggas is fiending, what's the meaning?I'm leaning on any nigga interveningWith the sound of my money machine-inMy cup runneth, over with hundredsI'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin'Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flowThe Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don't get it fucked upI'm taking out this timeTo give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle)Letras de cancionesWho do you think you are?Baby one day you'll be a starLast seen out of state where I drop my slangI'm deep in the South kicking up top gameBouncing on the highway switching fo' lanesScreaming through the sunroof, money ain't a thingYour worst fear confirmedMe and my fam' roll tight like The FirmGetting down for life, that's right, you better learnWhy play with fire, burnWe get together like a choir, to acquire what we desireWe do dirt like worms, produce G's like spermTill legs spread like germsI got extensive hoes, with expensive clothesAnd I sip fine wines and spit vintage flowsWhat y'all don't know?Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustleBut until the late thang I'm the one who's crazyCause that's the way you're makin me feel(Cause you can't knock the hustle)I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the timeTo knock the hustle for realYo, y'all niggas lunching, punching the clockMy function is to make much and lay back munchingSipping Remy on the rocks, my crew, something to watchNothing to stop, un-stoppableScheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crewI gotta, let you niggas know the time like MovadoMy motto, stack rocks like ColoradoAuto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottleIt's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) MeSlick like a gato, fucking Jay-ZMy pops knew exactly what he did when he made meTried to get a nut and he got a nut and whatStraight bananas, can a nigga, see me?Got the US Open, advantage JiggaServe like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campusLe Tigre, son you're too eagerYou ain't having it? Good, me eitherLet's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh?At my arraignment, screamingAll us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we evenThieving, as long as I'm breathingCan't knock the way a nigga eating, fuck you even!I'm taking out this timeTo give you a piece of my mindWho do you think you are?Baby one day you'll be a starBut until the late thing I'm the one who's crazyCause that's the way you're making me feelI'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the timeTo knock the hustle for real From Letras Mania