Hustlin’ (Championship Anthem) The Game (Ft. Robin Thicke)

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & The Game]
Keep on trying
You can never hold me down
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
C-c-can't hold me

[Verse 1: The Game]
This is dope boy music, American dream
We let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream
No auto-tune unless I'm tuning out the barrel
Flying through ya borough, (red) Camaro
I had 'em shook like Colts on Reggie Bush
With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push
I used to get my ass whooped for listenin' to Spice 1
On the court, game point, fade away, nice one
Same court where the fiends get they white from
Hustle till the night come
Crouch down low, with a pocket full of money
Shooting dice in my white 1's
Roll another seven of the nike on my white 1's
I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin'
Moms and pops was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em
How the fuck you think I got the name Game
Same way them Lakers got all of them fucking rings, hustlin'