Guru Featuring Donell Jones Hustlin` Daze Lyrics

Hustlin` Daze Lyrics

{*Premier scratching: "If you ain't real about it, don't
talk"*}

[Guru]
It's ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer
heat
Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps
Got another
beep now it's time to watch a brother creep
and pull another scam, not yet
the man but the brother's deep
Ain't tryin to stay in this life for too
long
You tellin me that I'm bound to lose, but you wrong
I'm too strong,
plus me and my team's got a true bond
I'll stay in these streets, you stay
in the house where you belong
Yo who's wrong, you never had to live in my
shoes
And my view's, that every second is vital
The way I see nigga's the
way I G it
A raw ghetto entrepeneur, yeah I be it
Not as glamourous, as
the gangster flicks
I'll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we
get rich
And get this, bet this, I'm after payola
The loot, the paper,
til my hustlin days are over

[Chorus: Donell Jones]
I'm a hustler, a
hustler hmm
Gotta get the dough to win
And I'm a baller yeah,
baller
Shot call-errr
I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel
For
niggaz that wanna be actin ill
All the player haters stay, off my
nuts
while I'm/we handlin business

[Guru]
Illegal business, I need
to invest in somethin legit
This money's comin too quick, I copped a house
and two whips
Who switched it, not me, I'm keepin it real
Keepin the
steel while the envious watch hungry, I'm eatin my meal
Late nights, there
ain't no time for stage frights
This ain't fiction, it's my mission to get
paid alright?
No need to speak about greed, long as I'm feedin my
seed
then I'm completin the deed, so I'm keepin this cheese
High-priced
lawyers, I'm too nice for ya
Never touchin the work no more, too precise for
ya
Controllin the town, holdin it down
I'm the Master Allah Now, I'm
showin you style
I go in your file, and make you hard to locate
Delete
all your data don't disregard your fate
I'll off you then I'm off with a
honey like suave bola
Shit I'm livin this life, til my hustlin days are
over

[Chorus]

[Guru]
Bouncin in and out of town, hope I don't
step out of bounds
Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that
sound?
Enemies are growin in numbers, hopin to catch me slumber
I wonder;
how many are hopin to take me under?
NARC's and Feds, throwin darts at my
head
Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread
Now I'm in a zone
worse than Nino in Sugar Hill
Now I'm all alone, the piper wants me to foot
the bill
Now I'm facin the judge, my name on a folder
In jail for life,
my hustlin days are over

{*Premier scratching: "If you ain't real about
it, don't talk"*}

[Chorus]

{*Premier to the end: "If you ain't
real about it, don't talk"*}

[Donell Jones]
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
yeah, uhh
Uhh.. ooohoooohwooooohhh
Get the paper, get the dough
Cause
I'm hustlin
Gotta get the paper, get the dough
Cause I'm hustlin
And
I'm a hustler
And I'm a baller, yeah
I pack plenty of steel
So all the
player haters stay, off my nuts
while we handlin business
Oh yeah,
ohooooohhhhhohhhhhh
Mmmmmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah
If you're with me, throw
your guns in the air
Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah