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hussle in the house (remix) - nipsey hussle lyrics

[intro: jay rock]
[?], i like this
what’s up, nipsey?
red and blue make green
streets of l.a., m*th*f*cka!

[verse 1: jay rock]
coming straight after n*ggas, a crazy motherf*cker named jay rock
i’m turned up, ’cause i’m from bonnie on the watts
choppers on the block, choppers on the roof
bustin’ at the crooked cops, rippin’ through the bullet proof
los angeles, welcome to the city zoo
tigers, bears, lions, don’t make me let ’em loose
i’m leaning off the goose, smoking on some kush
me and nip hussle off the bubble, california crooks
got thesе n*ggas shook, what you scared for?
what, you never seen a b*dawg in thе low?
getting dough like yeast, blocking off every street
chunking up the set, and i’m fly as two*tone caprice
the waters run deep, i guess i’m a shark
’bout to rip the industry apart, play your part
i get left for dead, leave him on the curb
with a bullet in his head, that’s how jay rock [?]
[?] cold heart session on my n*gga nipsey music
[?] on the gang, six o’s, we do it
you put them shines on, we take them shines home
holla to the hood, let them get they grind on
let them flags hang, n*gga, we gettin’ paid
red and blue make green, see the game change
yeah, we ’bout our money now
yeah, we ’bout our money now
[verse 2: maino]
player, i get bullet*proof love
all the doves love me (yeah!)
hands down, i’m the realest n*gga in the country (oh!)
your arms too short, you lames can never touch me (nope!)
you really think i’m p*ssy, oh yeah? then come and f*ck me
i’m rolling, this is my life, it’s not a song (uh*huh!)
i really pack guns as long as my right arm
i’m a problem, can’t solve ’em, gotta add ’em
[?] some [?] and i’m wildin’ and spazzin’
and the smoke with the fifth (uh), the sh*lls in the [?] (yeah)
they can only see my eyes in the mask and
all the way to cali, what’s poppin’, my g?
i really run brooklyn, nothing boppin’ but me (yo)
got weed on cakes, got k!llers and [?] green (yeah)
platinum vision and lamborghini dreams (yeah)
hustle hard, n*gga (hustle hard), we move like the panthers
black bandanas, you see us, we throw the flags up

[interlude: nipsey hussle]
yeah, yeah, yeah, what’s happening?
it’s ya boy [?]
ayy, maino, pass that patron, my n*gga
jay rock [?] for me, my n*gga
dj [?], m*th*f*cka!
[chorus]
i got a bottle of the finest, i keep a bad b*tch
a hunnid stacks stashed in the brown paper bag (uh)
mo*ney, and i’m gettin’ on my mo*ney and
i’ma let the bass crank big in your trunk, man
this swisha [?] same color as my wood grain (smoke with me)
mo*ney, and i’m puttin’ on my money and

[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
it’s nip hussle in the house, i’m ’bout my paper
money is a b*tch, then i’m a rapist ’cause i take it
funny n*ggas spit about the game like they a player
ain’t shaq or kobe so they just another laker
lost change since the n.w.a’s
and the dr. dres went and made g*ngb*nging famous
they got rich while my city on the same sh*t
that’s why every bullet in my clip remain nameless
on fleek, leather seat, lyrically i’m ecstasy
better than you ever, ask your b*tch, i bet she feelin’ me
first*class flight, land right where the cheddar be
swag through the roof, it’s up there where the weather be
some n*ggas sell dope, rob banks and catch felonies
while others ’bout real estate, live up off that equity
the only difference is the gang
some n*ggas use your brain, [?], nip hussle is the name
[chorus]
i got a bottle of the finest, i keep a bad b*tch
a hunnid stacks stashed in the brown paper bag (uh)
more mo*ney, and i’m gettin’ on my mo*ney
and i’ma let the bass crank big in your trunk, man
this swisha [?] same color as my wood grain (smoke with me)
more mo*ney, and i’m puttin’ on my money and (west coast!)

[outro: nipsey hussle]
shoutout to the [?] peoples
stripes. [?], my man [?]
yeah, south central state of mind
dropping december ’09
[?] when they drop it

- nipsey hussle lyrics

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