Hang Out and Hustle Naughty By Nature (Ft. Cruddy Click & The Roaddawgs)
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[Verse 1: Face Finsta of Cruddy Click]
The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K's texture — pure terror
A street professor, aggressor
Scale and measure, clever compressor
Stretchin' salary stacks, be runnin' blocks as a factory structure
Capture the raw product I manufacture
Fracture critic chatter, nigga catcher as I blast the cop matter
Capsule shatter, scatter men like disasters
Clips I'd rather gather to flip for what I'm after
Now and forever, money makes things better at a regular
Gets me jewelry, bitches, bank cards, cars and competitors
Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See, trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with friends
I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
Hang out and hustle with friends
I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
[Verse 2: G-Love of Road Dawgs]
B-R-R-R-AP! BOOM! BAM! BICK-BICK BOW! BOOYAW!
RATATAT KLACK KLICK! KLICK KA-KLICK KOW!
Put brains with muscle
We're a crew of guys who utilize they skills
Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle
Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moët, dank and freaks in 20 separate suites
I'm servin' dope lyrics holdin' weight
Just like Chris Webber — a Warrior that left the Golden State
And I conjure up raps, I bet you don't know any
They be hittin' like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash and checks on a jet
To meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X
The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K's texture — pure terror
A street professor, aggressor
Scale and measure, clever compressor
Stretchin' salary stacks, be runnin' blocks as a factory structure
Capture the raw product I manufacture
Fracture critic chatter, nigga catcher as I blast the cop matter
Capsule shatter, scatter men like disasters
Clips I'd rather gather to flip for what I'm after
Now and forever, money makes things better at a regular
Gets me jewelry, bitches, bank cards, cars and competitors
Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See, trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle
[Hook]
Hang out and hustle with friends
I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
Hang out and hustle with friends
I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
[Verse 2: G-Love of Road Dawgs]
B-R-R-R-AP! BOOM! BAM! BICK-BICK BOW! BOOYAW!
RATATAT KLACK KLICK! KLICK KA-KLICK KOW!
Put brains with muscle
We're a crew of guys who utilize they skills
Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle
Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moët, dank and freaks in 20 separate suites
I'm servin' dope lyrics holdin' weight
Just like Chris Webber — a Warrior that left the Golden State
And I conjure up raps, I bet you don't know any
They be hittin' like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash and checks on a jet
To meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X
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