Hang Out and Hustle by Naughty By Nature Lyrics
[Verse 1: Cruddy Click member]
The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K's texture - pure terror
A street professor, aggressor
Scale and measure, clever compressor
Stretching salary stacks, be running blocks as a factory structure
Capture the raw product I manufacture
Fracture critic chatter, nigga catcher as I blast the cop matter
Capsule shatter, scatter men like disasters
Clips I rather gather to flip for what I'm after
Now and forever, money makes things better at a regular
Gets me jewelry, bitches, bank cards, cars, and competitors
Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
[Verse 2: G-Love of Road Dawgs]
Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow
Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow
Put brains with muscle
Hear a crew of guys utilize they skills
Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle
Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suites I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight
Just like Chris Webber a Warrior from the Golden State
And I conjure up raps I bet you don't know any
They be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash n' checks on a jet
To meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X..
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
[Verse 3: Treach of Naughty By Nature]
I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked
Wit
Protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if
Shit
Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty
Niggas running to one fiend
Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
Time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first
Of
All clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out
And
Hustle wit my friends
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with my friends - "Sweet" Charles Sherrell
Cause I like to hang out and hustle
[Verse 4: Vin Rock of Naughty By Nature]
Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit
Must take a seat to the rear
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
Clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay
Full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
Flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month
Money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
Cuttin'
Sales off with my bike. Now with my niggas in session we freestyle
Rhyme
Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time
The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K's texture - pure terror
A street professor, aggressor
Scale and measure, clever compressor
Stretching salary stacks, be running blocks as a factory structure
Capture the raw product I manufacture
Fracture critic chatter, nigga catcher as I blast the cop matter
Capsule shatter, scatter men like disasters
Clips I rather gather to flip for what I'm after
Now and forever, money makes things better at a regular
Gets me jewelry, bitches, bank cards, cars, and competitors
Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
[Verse 2: G-Love of Road Dawgs]
Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow
Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow
Put brains with muscle
Hear a crew of guys utilize they skills
Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle
Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suites I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight
Just like Chris Webber a Warrior from the Golden State
And I conjure up raps I bet you don't know any
They be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash n' checks on a jet
To meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X..
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
Hang out and hustle with my friends
I like to hang out and hustle
[Verse 3: Treach of Naughty By Nature]
I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked
Wit
Protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if
Shit
Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty
Niggas running to one fiend
Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
Time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first
Of
All clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out
And
Hustle wit my friends
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with my friends - "Sweet" Charles Sherrell
Cause I like to hang out and hustle
[Verse 4: Vin Rock of Naughty By Nature]
Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit
Must take a seat to the rear
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
Clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay
Full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
Flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month
Money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
Cuttin'
Sales off with my bike. Now with my niggas in session we freestyle
Rhyme
Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time