Hustle Town Lyrics

[South Park Mexican talkin':]
Hustle Town my city man!
Born & raised baby
Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
Raisin' men in a big city
I know it's hard
Let 'em know what's up Filero.
[Verse 1: Filero]
I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin' licks off tricks
Workin' 2 jobs a dope dealer & a pimp
Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday
So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane
But Mom don't worry my teck protect well
I told you one day this rap shit gone sell
But my heart been broke from the start
Since the day my father died when I was 7 in the park

So I wrote the book
How to pimp hoes & kick do's
& if I kill well than that's just how this shit go
Pull yo' strap.
What am I supposed to sweat?
This the 3rd time today that I come close to death.
[Chorus: South Park Mexican]
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked.
[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]
Set 'em up
Wet 'em up
Etceteras
Tell your treasura
Empty the regista
Shit serious
I'll give you life a period
Well here he is
The kid with experience
Don't start shit
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark
Someone tell 'em where his heart is
Blue light
Who die?
Tonight
Maybe over 2 dice
Maybe cause he blew fry
On top of ya
With the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlaz
Beat the draws off of ya
Knowledge
While my shit be flawless
Dope House Records step into my office.
[Chorus: South Park Mexican]
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked.
[Lord Loco talkin':]
It's your boy Lord Loco.
You Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM
There's a lot of frauds out there. You know what I'm sayin'?
What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los?
[Verse 3: South Park Mexican]
Jackin' jaws
I'm packin' balls
Smoke & split
I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause
Wit a cold 40-ounce & a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac
Competition ha ha
You other fuckers make me laugh
You a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits
I fight devil's like you wit a crucifix
Ruthless shit
With a shotty
Take your body
Gun Kung Fu
Mixed wit AK Karate
I'm sorry but you the past like Atari
As I smoke like Marley
Stay Brown like Charlie.
[Chorus: South Park Mexican]
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
& we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
This shit don't stop
Roll rental cars
& we keep the glock clocked.
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Lyrics submitted by Mike.