Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ The Game - We are the hustlaz ------------------------------------------ Yeah... Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin bout Hey yo, yo [Verse One] Whether its, chips or whips or bricks of caine I still shine at the end when yall forced to rain Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane Im a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop Like Stoudamire on the court Im used to movin the rock Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box My attitude shifty, never callin the cops A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey Ds on the route tryin to catch a nigga dirty Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough He get respect like rich and po Fuck a 9 to 5, Id rather wake up and spit bars And your wife, known to make my dick hard Cartier lenses, 22s on my Benzs When shit break out, yall hit the fences [Chorus] We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up We are the hustlers everyones talkin about Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga We are the hustlers everyones talkin about Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker We are the hustlers everyones talkin about We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker We are the hustlers everyones talkin about [Verse Two] Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster You know Im bout macra{?} Ill clap ya, a pirate like {?} Far from a Hollywood actor A factor, focused on paper and cars I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars Im in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit The games heavy, man thats way off the charts Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80s [Chorus] [The Game] The Game on some regular rhymin, fuck all this new shit When they gon let real niggaz get on that cruise ship Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars Get, brains from stars after those awards Miyagis or doubles, dont think I wont buy out the bar Thats little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars Sticker in the window, let em know that its ours Sittin on shit you aint never seen like we got it from Mars Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm Plus I blow digits like my first name was {?} Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six Not know its stocked? Nigga its the one we keep the bricks in Hard black on black leathers what we keep the chicks in And bitches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense [Chorus]