Video y letra de All Da Hustlers de Slimm Calhoun

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All Da Hustlers formo parte del exitoso disco Skinny. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto. El video fue una buena adaptacion.

[ CHORUS 2X ]
To all the hustlers that be movi n the sacks
To all the gangstas (let me hear you bust your gats)
Let me hear you bust your gats
(Thi s i s fo r my niggas choppi n it up i n the traps)

[ VERSE 1: Pauly Calhoun ]
Close the bli nds, grab the scales a nd check the weight
Man, we dope l ike duct tape, cocai ne straight
We ai n't scared t o ride dirty, we got product t o sell
A nd we known t o take chances, put you under the jail
See, my cousi n taught cats how t o run traps
A nd was the first t o set em off with them ready sacks
So we gon' keep collecti n loot from the hot spots
So I can cop my pops a masterpiece Rolex watch

[ VERSE 2: Big Cuz Calhoun a/k/a K.B. ]
Uh, Big Cuz gon' keep it real as I can
I never killed a man but t o rtured niggas ass so that they understa nd
I run up i n yo house t o smack your bitch
Like, "Hush up, befo re I bust yo ass, show me the shit"
I ai n't i n thi s muthafucka t o play
I came t o get the lley
So goddammit, make my day
I am a Southeast go rilla
Up strap you bust a nigga
If n ot, you'se a busta nigga
Be a gangsta

[ CHORUS 2X ]

[ VERSE 3: Lucky Calhoun ]
We Martell-dwelli n, selli n out the backdo'
Can't let my mama know
But i n the hood, yo, it bees l ike that
Havi n vi sions of a fat-ass crib, a Benz a nd 2 chrome gats
These niggas bust back
There's some rules on these streets that we go by
You don't get high off your own supply
When you catch that trait o r look that hater dead i n hi s eye
Ki ss hi s ass bye-bye befo re you let one fly
To all the hustlers..

[ VERSE 4: Slimm Calhoun a/k/a Bria nd Calhoun ]
D-boys come out a nd play
Who got the weed now, who got the lley?
A-ha, d-boys come out a nd play
Who got the wo rk a nd who got the pay?
Location unknown, still i n the woods with the goods
Playmaker, Mi ster Bill Changer, Wo rk Slanger
Pressure Poi nt Pusher, one on the block, one looker
A half i n the cooker, two crabs a nd we shook em
We cap all wo rk a nd snatch all skirts
You can get jaw-jabbed a nd jerked fo r your jewels
Weight on the t ool, we break a nd take rooks t o school
It's gon' be hell when the Calhouns come through

[ VERSE 5: Freddy Calhoun a/k/a Cool Breeze ]
Now I am next t o the oldest cousi n who showed out on Thanksgivi ng
A nd didn't l ike what my daddy bought me a nd got a whippi ng on Chri stmas
Cause I am welfare-i nstated, late rent-related
We from government homes, apartment-educated
Man, you can catch me at the Embassy Suites o r Marriot Fairfield
Cause real cool, cool cuttas keep a hotel bill
I roll with 10 girls called 10 deep who know what up
That i f you leave with a cutta, then you wann' get cut

[ CHORUS 2X ]

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