Hang Out and Hustle(feat. Road Dawgs & Cruddy Click) - Naughty By Nature/Cruddy Click/Road Dawgs

Written by：Keir Lamont Gist/Anthony Shawn Criss/Vincent "vinnie" Brown/James Brown/Charles E. Sherrell/Kevin Harold Mckenzie/Shawn Mckenzie/P. Mitchell

The C R U D D Y the C L I C K

It'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

N**ga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight

Disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and

Forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry b**ches

Bankcards cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya

Puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle

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 suite I'm servin' d**e lyrics holding weight just like

Chris Weber a warrior from 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

I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step

Then stash the stem 10 clips

In ten sh*t 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

Sh*t

Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing that's when you see twenty

N**gas 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 and 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 it's dividend to the end

So I like to hang out

And

Hustle wit my friends

Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here all that partying sh*t

Must take a seat to the rear

Instead of f**kin' 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 fingernail 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 n**gaz in session we freestyle

Rhyme

Reminiscing moving that sh*t 20's of clips at a time