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hustla's poster child - fabolous lyrics

[intro]
shout to desert storm
(“gangsta grillz, you b*st*rds!”)
whattup? shoutout ski
dorrough whattup? {“gangsta grizzill!!”}

[chorus: fabolous]
i’m supposed to style, i’m a hustler’s poster child
girls see me they ‘posed to smile, ohhhhhhh
can’t you tell i get my hustle on? ohhhhhhh
can’t you tell i get my hustle on?
h*u*s*t*l*e*r
everywhere we go, bet they know who we are, ohhhhhhh
can’t you tell i get my hustle on? ohhhhhhh
can’t you tell i get my hustle on?

(dj drama!!)

[fabolous]
now you could ask any hustler you know
they’ll tell you it’s in the wrist
i’m a good cook, make a h*ll of a dinner dish
get stiffed quick, they say a fella is generous
i could sell stiff d*ck to ellen degeneres
i got a sales pitch, i should do an infomercial
i did foreman grill numbers on the strength of purple
your money long, they go to any length to slurp you
so f*ck a b*tch ‘less she in the oprah winfrey circle
don’t get me wrong, i’ll get at you honey
but i’m a bachelor, all i do is spatula money
scoop it up and flip it, hoop it up and zip it
stand over stoves, soup it up and whip it
i’m a chef that cook up ways to make me rich
clothing line recipe, yeah i make it rich
them wire taps make a hustler nervous
got a problem? don’t call me i ain’t customer service
[chorus]

[fabolous]
i move heavy weight, i could easily pull a muscle man
like tracy morgan on martin: call me hustle man
what you need chief, coca or the weed leaf?
f*ckin with my hustle’s only gon’ breed beef
went south and came back with shoppin bags full of guns
fresh out the box, poppin tags on the guns
a carolina drive, up and down the 95
got the 40’s for 7, but i sell ’em 9 from 5
f*ck a 9 to 5, i’m a hustleholic
i need rubberbands, these stacks’ll bust a wallet
the pills pull some money on a good e day
every thing could buy and sell, hood ebay
you give me two dice, i ride it like the 4 train
bring more 7*11’s than the store chain
you give me three of them, i shoot ’em like a milly clip
roll more 6’s out then a benz dealership

[chorus]

[cassidy]
yup! you could tell i get my hustle on
the scent of crack in my clothes you smell i get my hustle on
it’s official y’all i was on my gristle y’all
and i whipped the raw in a vlasic pickle jar
before i had a deal, i was baggin krillz
and i had pills but they wasn’t advils
these rap cats wanna be nino brown
but i’m the hustler, i do it like nino now
i ain’t with the phone sh*t, in ’88 i was only 6
i missed that paper, but nine*six or later (what?)
i did it major, plenty n*ggas could vouch for me
like them n*ggas that be runnin the coke house for me
but it ain’t ’bout what i was it’s ’bout what i’m ’bout to be
so i wanna shout out fab for lookin out for me (‘loso!!)
i beat my case even though some n*ggas was doubtin me
i took them folks to trial, the poster child
[chorus]

- fabolous lyrics

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