OUTRO feat.BUTCH CASSIDY，DON CISCO，NINO BROWN(G'FELLAS)，RUSSELL LEE & MR.KEE

Yeah hustlers thing Worldwide All money ain't good money Stack your chips let it flip like some hood money Compton rings let them spin on them haters man And all the players worldwide do your thug thing All money ain't good money Stack your chips let it flip like some hood money Compton rings let them spin on them haters man And all the players worldwide do your thug thing I'll take the slow beat and spit a hard rap Pour the 9 you know we love that From the West my brother to the East Back down to the diggy jersey for sherzy I'll take the slow beat and spit a hard rap Pour the 9 you know we love that From the West my brother to the East Back down to the diggy jersey for sherzy Now I walk around like a gotta rock in my sock When it's just a limp from this money right in my pocket I know you smell it cuz it's getting you nauseous Cuz the shit I'm layin' on this track is brown as the foxes I'm the done dilla done dolla from Guatemala Some say that stupid shit is Spanish I'm a gagga It's the million dollar bless me Girls wanna caress me like I'm We don't stop we go straight to the top Till I get the game locked You know I gotta rip from the hood in my block Second ?? make me stand a little taller Collectin' my one's without punchin' no clocks The games' getting' hard so I gotta get smarter Watchin' out for cops cuz my homies got rocks my poppies and starvin' ?? chargin' This is for my wagons fullin strings like elevators When my opp's in full swing I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seven stories or more Eventually the public will know my story for sho' Make a household name out of Go for my hustler morning grime trying to find some dough To the billion dollar boy club next to Cali thug style I got money to give back I'm fresh off the drug trial Feds didn't stop me head shot's couldn't pop me When they locked me up and got me in the same place I'm still cocky ?? out if a drop lookin flossed up everything chop even the hop Believe I'm the Don blessin' everything I'm breathin' on Representing West side ? rider is dead and gone We do bad things push cats to insane let em know it's all good the cash they be seein' come on Ain't nobody gonna stop I'm gonna do everything I can And nobody gonna stop my flow You gonna hear me from coast to coast But somebody's gonna make me mad and I'm gonna take everything they have So put us all in the plans and do something so fast All money ain't good money Stack your chips let it flip like some hood money Compton rings let them spin on them haters man And all the players worldwide do your thug thing All money ain't good money Stack your chips let it flip like some hood money Compton rings let them spin on them haters man And all the players worldwide do your thug thing I got the good yacht and they serve rock So mother fuckers can't cock block Stray hop will embezzlefor you gots swatch You like spider monkey, brown Sasquash Them little haters they be tickling me Bush them off like the dust on my Stacy hommie Once again it's the fuckin' Mexican with attitude Pay my dues steady grindin through the avenue Skies are blue homie The city that I represent Los Angeles the city where my hommies Fuck a fed keep the presidential stacked up Hear what I said little snitches getting' taxed up Back the fuck up move biotch move out the way You know the set homes and my ace Stomp walkin' in my big brown boots Flossin' stankin' eagle that's my roots We don't stop we go straight to the top Till I get the game locked You know I gotta rip from the hood in my block Second make me stand a little taller Collectin' my one's without punchin' no clocks The games' getting' hard so I gotta get smarter Watchin' out for cops cuz my homies got rocks My poppies and starvin' chargin' Now put your money where your mouth is Anybody who doubt this now when you see the west side It's probably where the south is You party like a khakis pants and high shoes But out here in the It's through best beans and bullet proof ?? in the mouth piece eat up in the old school Funk jump the questions asked why like we supposed to Up in my city I see the bridge in the fall No greater place on earth to be to witness winter fall You smashin up the sideshow The money must come first This ain't no over night choice I've been a hustler since birth They call me Mr. Keanon Latin Boss, Latin King, Latin Don tryin' to put his panties on And they say money is the root of all evil But there ain't nothin in this world to make me cross with my peoples I swear to God I'll be a soldier till I'm six in the dirt My Henney bottle in my casket and a fist full of dirt The hustler's thing... We don't stop we go straight to the top Till I get the game locked You know I gotta rip from the hood in my block Second make me stand a little taller Collectin' my one's without punchin' no clocks The games' getting' hard so I gotta get smarter Watchin' out for cops cuz my homies got rocks My poppies and starvin' that's why I stay chargin' you know it don't stop