Letra de Get Paper

[Intro]
Nigga, summertime, summertime
Husalah, Husalah, you know
Yo

[Coro]
Hustlin' on this nig' so fly
Plus we got hustlin' chops that go cha, da, da
Feelin' it ain't cuz we livin' a lie, all I wanna do is get this paper
While they hate us 'cause we fly-y-y

[Verso 1]
Aye yo, I'm barely breathin' but still livin' life like niggas is rich
My nigga died young, a bullet fly, the killa split his wig
But niggas is bitch, so niggas'll catch clips, and niggas'll trick
Bro it's the Hus, just livin' it up, and niggas ain't touchin' shit
I'm just a clutch in this choppa life, lamp loungin' wit' ya chick
Twistin' her dome somethin' proper right
The cock is yours, I'm liftin' her dome like I'm a fuckin' hog
I'm radical dude, fuckin' awesome, watch the world just fall
Girls is all, on my back 'cause I'm dope and tall
Hopin' ya niggas don't act ill, I'll smoke ya paw
Now what that mean? You get ya fuckin' shit shot
Right in your fuckin' shit pops, I got this fuckin' shit locked
Like, what I tell you? Ain't that fuckin' shit hot?
It hurt, I told you didn't I? Let that Husalah shit knock nigga

[Coro]
Hustlin' on this nig' so fly
Plus we got hustlin' chops that go cha, da, da
Feelin' it ain't cuz we livin' a lie, all I wanna do is get this paper
While they love us 'cause we fly-y-y
Bouncin' out the drop wit' the chop-da-da-dop-in
All the girls sayin, Husalah, Husalah
I'm just a hood nig', only a hood nig'
We flip crack, chip that, get that and stack nigga

[Verso 2]
Now why would you cry for your girl, knowin' she's a slut
Knowin' she's tryna twist us, when I bend the block
And I cut like it's my turn to rock them guts
I said, I'll pass, 'cause I'm dope
I love my life, you love the Hus?
Go read a book, let's get ghost
So many queens lose they souls in my hood
When will they learn, niggas is cold in my hood
But still they come back, lookin' for us, we push crack
Sip yak, 24 dumb straps as suckas'll pass the track
'Lo projects is where the real hustlas is at
Get stacks and jack from cops, they try to hold us back
It's summertime and I got butterflies
I'm finsta slap my shit low, and make my pockets slide
I'm tryna push a nice, just wanna live my life
Niggas is hot as shit, I'm dope as fuck, I love my life
I miss my cousin Skate, so watch the Husalah dip
Dope as shit, slice my 'fit
It's only for y'all niggas that know, we got stacks to get
Slap the bitch, shack the trick for fakin'
Don't laugh this shit is actual
But knock that shit is quakin'

[Coro]
Hustlin' on this nig' so fly
Plus we got hustlin' chops that go cha, da, da
Feelin' it ain't cuz we livin' a lie, all I wanna do is get this paper
While they love us 'cause we fly-y-y
Bouncin' out the drop wit' the chop-da-da-dop-in
All the girls sayin', Husalah, Husalah
I'm just a hood nig', only a hood nig'
We flip crack, chip that, get that and stack nigga

[Verso 3]
Church for the real hustlas that die young
And all y'all suckas kick rocks when the squad comes
'Cause when the sparks jump, out the shot guess who got shot
I felt the pain, in the black box him get carried away
But that's life so don't cry for him, stay fly for him
Cause when you fly top of a bread and one carry away
But then we get back to flossin' in the sun
Payin' the cost to get dumb, burnin' Wheaties off ropers
Get spark smoke to ya numb, Allah knows I'm tired of hustlin'
I hope this the on
I got more focus than some but I'm more crazy than most
Raisin' my folks, lil' D-Mo and the rest of the 'Lo
All my Indians, it's Husalah get dope
Don't sell your soul, on the other side of life it so cold
It's not dope, it's not fresh
Young nigga yo, 'member but dough, Dosa da doe
We hustle 24 now our young nigga ghost
And all I got is pictures arose
But then again fuck a frown for my nig', smile for my nig'
Wild for my nig', and come through and style for my nig', Lo
Husalah, Husalah...Husalah, Husalah

[Coro]
Hustlin' on this nig' so fly
Plus we got hustlin' chops that go cha, da, da
Feelin' it ain't cuz we livin' a lie, all I wanna do is get this paper
While they love us 'cause we fly-y-y
Bouncin' out the drop wit' the chop-da-da-dop-in
All the girls sayin', Husalah, Husalah
I'm just a hood nig', only a hood nig'
We flip crack, chip that, get that and stack nigga

[Conclusi�n]
Husalah, Husalah, I'm just a hood nig', Husalah, Husalah
I'm just a hood nig', I'm just a hood nig', I'm just a hood nig'
Just one more time man, on ice, keep swangin' still on glass
To the right to the left, wow that boy gettin' stupid, that boy servin'
Okay, I feel niggas