The Hustle De La Soul (Ft. Da Beatminerz)

[Intro]
Everybody do the hustle
Check it out, do the hustle

[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
Ayo, get the hell off dat, non-personnel
Only MCs allowed is those who can rock well
Stop screamin', this is about the teaming of the minds
Brooklyn to Long Island, and you can find us
Makin hits followed by music with many flicks with girls
With big tits playin themselves, all across the world
Is the frenzy of the kid wanting to MC for life
See many shades of pay without having trades
Thoughts designed to drink more wine in the ride
Breathin in air that's conditioned
Many many be wishin they could wonder like I
I be Wonder Why, embarking on that Soul expedition
The mission, of many to be licking honey fixins
Blowing money just so you can re-up like Nixon's
The nearest eardrum wants to take a chance
Just to say that they can do the dance, called the hustle

[Verse 2: Dave]
(Do do do do do)
S-O-S, the hustle got you stranded out in the shuffle
Bagged you up in a duffle
Bag (bag), I take the express zone to keep y'all locals
Blowin out your noses, your mannequin poses
Keep the situation plastic, I mask it
(Identifyin' mine takes too much time)
It's a wager higher stakes of what's more deep
Some even do the hustle off-beat, it's the hustle