Melvin Flynt-da Hustler

[noreaga & pharrell]
Bounce wit me, bounce, bounce, bounce 2x
Yeah yeah 2x
Oh oh no no 2x
What what what 2x

[noreaga]
I bust to the scening cuss to the scening
I admit a little bit i lust for the crideam
Everytime you see me see me biggin up my teaming
On the dream of winning trying to make crideam
Thugged out even when you catch me in the cuisine
My clan mad dirty yall too cliddean (clean)
Hennessey and smirnoff make a nigga middean (mean)
I need two more like i was a fiddean (fiend)
Drinks galore everytime i'm in the citting (city)
0 to 60 didn't want a sixteening
You see it in my coats or you see it in my jizzeans (jeans)
You can't tell you should know the way i lizzean (lean)
Water so clear i think i'm in carribbing (carribbean)
Everybody gone like we straight clipping
You better watch out when we start flipping
Seen you fuckin and you know we're not slipping

[chorus] 2x
Ohh oh no no what what what
Ohh oh no no what what what

[noreaga]
Ayo verse 2 coming with my heineken brew
N o r putting people back in i c u
You ain't even thiddink that i need a driddink
Hit you up quick before you could even bliddink
Give you a splitting cut you up with the shiddank
Tell your accountant to go and just check the biddank
I damn near broke you and i ain't even thiddink
I gotta churrda lurrda girls like shabba riddanks
Guaranteed to be there just like fed ex
We write our own rhymes kid you can tell the cliddex
Me and nature stay fuckin with grimlettes
Yo the hood baddest the bitches pussy is the fattest
Smack smack smack smack peep gladys
If you don't know yo then i don't know
I'm gonna get me some head right after the show
You can meet me at the room shit 664

[chorus]
Oh oh no no what what what
Oh oh no no what what what

[pharrell] 2x
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
Don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz i hang with go getters straight flow spitters
Crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas

[noreaga]
It's all goodnud do my songs for the hoodnud
Platinum nigga while yall thangs go woodnud
Yo you try to dis me ya man told you that you shouldnud
I blew over you and i told you that i couldnud
Me and drag pack it neptunes on the wheels
He sneakin in at tables and he's sneakin in feels
People walkin in my section that i don't even know
I'm like get lost yo you stay ya ass home
You a frizzeak always see you in the strizzeet
Walkin walkin til you get widdeak
You on the e train 7 train plus the bus
I don't even like you cuz you can't be trust
You need to get up out my face ain't nuttin to discuss
You don't like me then cool yo i don't care
But if you get up in my face yo i don't care
It's a dirty game and both of us ain't playin it fair

[chorus] 2x
Oh oh no no what what what
Oh oh no no what what what

[pharrell] 2x
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
Don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz i hang with go getters straight flow spitters
Crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas

[chorus] [repeat 2x]
Yo, new york get the blood money
Drty cash, smoke hydro green
Sill mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots
Niggaz know i'm known to cop
All the good shit, smell me nigga
I'm on some hood shit

[noreaga]
Back to the essence when i first rhymed
L.a., l.a.
When y'all niggaz first heard me
I was starving on the train just selling my caine
Fast forward to '99, it's still the same
But now i got a car keep my rims up to par
Only stay in hotels that be five-star
Queens, akineyle, mobb deep, and escobar
Lost boyz, run-d.m.c., 'pone and me
No disrespect but queens got this shit locked d
Yo new york get the bloody money, kid watch me
You know my tempo, i can do it fast or slow
Eat some bubble-gum weed and yell, geronimo
All my analog thugs and my digital thugs
All my people that be rowdy wit weed in the clubs
For my knives and four fifths, bloods and crips
For my people who smoke phillies, and knows it splits
And to the niggaz on the block that rock my shit
To the crackhead, waking up the cops and shit
For all the liquor stores, that ain't no good
To all the stocked ones everywhere that be in the hood
For all my people on welfare, don't even care
For all them people gettin money, livin in bel-air

[chorus] [repeat 2x]

[noreaga]
Time zone, got blown ?madi gon?
My niggaz get high and still fall in the zone
Bitches, callin me up and hanging up
I ain't a playa, so why y'all hoes playin games?
I'm a hustla, and i even hustle the same
I got hoes fooled thinkin' i love em
When i don't love em
And once i get the ass yo you know i'ma thug 'em
Tell 'em lies, hit 'em in they head
Hit 'em wit bread
I'm a millionaire bitch
I could trick a ???????
Of you lookin foul and you
Fuckin wit me, n.o.r.e. thuggish nigga out here b
Bloody money once again, yo this one part three
Classical song, certified, desert storm
For my niggaz always there when i perform
And scream - what what, when i scream - what what
Straight wildin, in superthug and they all be stuck
Have y'all niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck

[chorus] [repeat 4x]

Verse 1: noreaga

Yo i grew up like the regular thug, i think i told you that
My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
So now i kick back and get paid for raw rap
Nigga 'pone ain't home, not yet (not yet?)
Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same set
Me and ??? kick it on the here and there
The really head to tough but the love is there
My pops died on july 3rd, '98
So now a nigga need mad herb
Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
And said "popi, you gotta protect ya moms
Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
He used to make me hit the punching bag
My dad, he was a boxer god
And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
He just a thug and i love him yo
So i'ma spread that love...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Sometimes i wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes i want channel 8, sometimes
Sometimes i get drunk all god damn day
Sometimes i wanna go back around the way
Sometimes i wanna ride and smoke, sometimes
Sometimes i got money and i still feel broke

Verse 2: musolini

I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here
Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Tremendously i blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
And who know it that you go so quick
We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke
My pen spittin and i show this
I swore an oath you would notice
I go to lengths with my rap strengths
When i think about my past friends k-rock and d-zo
Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties
The pain and project glory
I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, i must
All my peoples street and physical
I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when i'm thinkin, its like i feel a hush over the skies
Touched by dead guys speakin...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Verse 3: noreaga

Yo from biggie smalls to killa b too
??? and 2pac, yo my twin and my pops
Hit-hard todd and smiley, t-bone too
And plus, my nigga raheem, from ???
You know i poured out beer for fernando too
And i still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit
Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique!
But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more
Sometimes i get stressed and kick the door
But i maintain still holdin' in the pain
Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same
Mothafuckin mambo, yo i love my dad
I know he probably didn't realize what he had

Chorus (repeat 4x)

(noreaga)
Now tell em to step up into the life of a gangster
Cause there is a difference between me and the other rappers
Other rappers talk about what their friends did
And what their friends saw
Im talking about what i did, and what i saw, smell me?
So it go a little some like this, check it out
Aha, yo, yo, yo..

Verse 1: noreaga

Yo if i had my choice i woulda been rhyme
I woulda been told niggaz that i coulda shine
A yo boricua, pueto rica, 100 miles im running
Im just a nigga for life, straight from, iraq, just living my life
No tattle tell, he did it, she did it
Why u snitch on grown men, and snitch on kids
Yo my ice go, platinum grenade for show
Tell what? go tell your little stink ass hoe
So what i got dou, she ain't going get nothing dou
I rock the shirlock home brand, made with timberlands
Cars ain't nothing now, straight fronting now
I crash one get another one fuck it now
Spanish (ten cuidao te dejo plotao)(degracio, degracio)
What, (que que que que) what...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Who woulda thought this n-o-r making these hits
Who woulda thought this, my niggaz making it rich
Who woulda thought this; always in and out some shit
Who woulda thought this, my niggaz making legit

Verse 2: noreaga

A yo the movie called thugged out
End thug out, by thug out, for thugged out
You live a day in my life and just buggout
I used to live in 5e by the drug house
It was a reign and we all got paid
Cause when the crack house closed
Yo you open your stage, yellow
Bags and green tops, i got mean rocks
Selling crack buying out all the weed spots
I had doe but i still was mad
Back then, national, willie was my cab
I was hated in the hood yo by all the mothers
I used to, deliver food yo my six brothers
Robbing chinese food man, me and my crew and
Raster boys saying u,s a rude men, i grew up foul
But now ill improved that, did it for my daughter
And my little man...

Chorus (repeat 2x)

A yo i came up, what what, making it happen
For rapping in the corner the posy we going platinum
Niggaz doubting me duo, cause i was latin
A nigga rican speaking for all my puerto ricans
Dominicano, peruvian, and chicano
We in the same boat, a yo we all sell the same coke
Getting bag in the pins with the same coke
I love my niggaz and my niggaz love me
You get lock, and get bailed like 1-2-3
Bartolina at the side yo is your attorney
Clap niggaz clap, clap (clap) yo case dismissed
Tell the judge kiss your ass, dumb ass bitch
Animal bud, animal thug, animal blood, yo
Show my niggaz like animal love..

Chorus (repeat 2x)

Who woulda thought that shit uh?
Spanish (maricone tan frontiando como si hicieron algo
En su vida, nunca hicieron mierda, por mi mai que lo odio
Te lo juro pai, hijo e gran puta, sopla pipi chupa panti
Que se vallan par carajo, jala lo parta la madre de lo tomate
Sinverguensa.. he he he he
Que? que? que? que?

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job i got is 2 make hot soup

Verse 1:
Open day
Now you release
Peeps
Bacc on the streets
You don't want no peace
Need a job or sumthin'
B-4 you start robbin sumthin'
Tryin 2-b made
Like you in the mob or sumthin'
X-tra curicular
Activities swift
You can't
Hit the streets cuz dese niggas a snitch
See yo foul nigga
And he on yo ass
He wanna violate you
You aint got no cash
You gotta see him every tuesday
B-4 twelve
But fucc dat you come late and he send you bacc
Peep dis
One day you made up some shit
You told him
You was late cuz ya moms is sicc
He said ok next time i send you away
You bettah piss in this cup
Get to urinate
You thought he a homo
So baliff analyze
He juss turn around
And juss pissed out your st. ines
Reinact it always gotta take attractive
Ayo p.o. when i'm gon be inactive
While i'm on weekly
Switch that up
I get a job soon
You could stitch that up
I'm gon be a rapper
A-yo be real famous
Always on tv
Neva sayin' lame shit
Give me some slacc
A-yo plus the fact
A-yo i gotta job nigga
Yo i'm gon rap

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job i got is 2 make hot soup

Talk:
What up boo
Yeah what you mean i ain't callin you collect
I'm home
You messin' wit me tonite
What you mean trump international
Nah i was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin'
I aint got no paper

Verse 2:
If you
Want honey bettah have money
If you
Want some ass bettah get some cash
Its like
When i came home life went 2 fast
When i
Left the streets yo
I was the man
Now i'm comin bacc home
New face new fam
I gotta beard
B-4 i aint had no hair
On my face
Used 2 diss me
On the regular
So what i aint got a haircut
No new sneakas
I got old ass tim's
Goin' bacc to the hood
Playin ball on the same rims
Tellin' niggas i rhyme
Let me shyne
At block parties
Yo i left right day
A-yo i'm real serious
Sell drugs all day
Im gon get on
1st tracc that i spit on
I'm gon lace it
Smuther you and plus taste it
I get my shit upgraded
Yours race it
Now that its on
My girl rocc
Louie baton/ gucci/ bently/ prada/ escada
Now that its on
It's like my chic gotta alota
Everything she's supossed 2
She the only one that i'm close 2
Otha people is snakes
I got so much beef for these niggaz on jakes
Its like some of 'em real most of 'em fake

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job i got is 2 make hot soup

Talk:
Yo yo yo yo, dis a story man
Bout a nigga comin' home man
He aint tryin to hustle man nahimean
But a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean
A nigga still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc
But then he startin' sellin rap
And he's still doin that
Ya rat bastardz