Tekster:
D Woods Hustle

side (your side) I understand, do what you gotta do and Hustle real hard, hustle hustle real hard Hustle real hard, hustle hustle real hard (Gotta hustle hard) Hustle real hard, (hard hard) hustle hustle

bright lights, all right! Story of a warrior. My flight, final destination, thug motivation, time never wastin, pacin my stride. [Flesh-n-Bone] Tryin to get it good! Feel the hustle

better cut her loose She wants me for my pimp juice Think I better cut her loose I'm still in that seventy-four, the Coupe in DeVille Still got the seats, the leather, wood

"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped

money, like a soldier's supposed to Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling Big money folding, your ery'day hustle

.G. Back, back, gimme four feet for the iron, leave you with a slow leak Slow creep through your neighborhood Black SS with the Gator and the wood 350

feel it, you know it's real So this is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga I'm shittin' for real Diamonds against wood, underground king

these niggaz smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle

small potatoes No names 'cause this addressed to all the haters From the Wood, there is none greater Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators Remember ?Foe Life? I put the Wood