Livin' Like Hustlers (G-Mixx)

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(feat. Dr. Dre) [Intro: Dr. Dre Talking] [bird chirping] [Someone snorting] [Alarm Clock's belling] Aww shit, here we go, here we go, wake your mothafuckin' ass up This is Radio Station Km.G, 187 is on your dail And what we want you do is tune in at 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys Total K-oss and Go-mack They'll gonna be rockin' and bangin' bitches on the traffic Jam Next stop be your music right after these messages... "Are you tired of lookin' wack, do you wanna look cool" "Are you tired of people being in your business" "what you need not worry again, get some looks" That's right, some looks" "for amazically low price off 499" "now available to hear South Central liqour store" [Dr. Dre as A Radio Host:] Yeah this Radio staion KM.G And whenever you wanna hear some funky shit, put your dail on 187 Now some new music by some homeboys outto South Central Here's A.T.L and they called this one "Livin' Like Hustlers" [Verse 1: Cold 187Um] Let me start it off, cause I'm a player Fade into part two, I'm the number-one hoe layer A mack, a player and a pimp Something much stronger than your average drink Now correct me if I'm wrong, I'm like moonshine Take a sip of my rhyme and I take over your mind Cause I don't think like the average thinker Call me the nightstalker of your neighbourhood headshrinker 187 is like a megablast I take too many names, I kick too much ass... [Verse 2: Km.G] Km.G, the number-one mack daddy Eatin' chicken like a motherfucker, rollin' in my Caddy With my brim cold bent to the side I bump and slide Go mack in the back, 187 to the side Street Pilgrims, pioneering the land Above The Law status with a gat in my hand A mind designed like Frank Nitty Livin' large on the mike, doin' damage for the city The city of toners which is known as L.A. Where the hustlers hustle and the ballers play We got the dope beats from the homeboy Dre And it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless way 187, what's up?, what do we do at our show... [Verse 3: Cold 187Um] We wear black on black with the locs and the romeos Start stepping, unload my mike weapon We say it's fittin', you think it's hittin' K.M.G means knowledge most greatly Some people love me, most people hate me In other words, I kick my gift Do you be sleeping, Km.G? Nah, I don't drift I lounge or lay cause suckers take advantage Yo, what do we do? Yo, we doin' damage Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or busters And the way that we live Is like hustlers... [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers [Verse 4: Cold 187Um] I used to sell big lleyo on the block Remember all the hardheads, getting all the hard knocks I started with G's and then I moved to keys And at this point my life went with ease In other words, my pockets was thick I didn't worry about the Feds, I was checking the mic. Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please Got the crib pimped out so that the bitches flee'd I bought a ride, "what Kind" a white Corvette So I can do a ghost move when it's time to jet... [Verse 5: Km.G] When I was nineteen, I was on my own Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone At home, or maybe on my person To clock big G's I'd be definitely certain To live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills Yo, you was livin' kinda large On the real-deals was bein' made Suckers was gettin' sprayed In other words, we was gettin' paid Like hustlers... [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers [Verse 6: Cold 187Um] Let me proceed, cause I got the green light For the numero uno 87 it must be hype For now, let me lay the cards on the table So you can figure out who's worried or stable I max and tax and relax and stack Gs Stick that to the facts, that's why I crack them with ease Please get off the convoy, I think you're confused When you cross, I told you you'd get tossed and you lose Now A-B-O-V-E-L-A-W to some people now that spells trouble But we're not a group promoting violence But when it comes to speakin' the real, I won't be silent Speak all reality when I'm on the mike So you don't have to run and have a stereotype See, see cause stereotypes will make you dumb So kick back and listen, yo, to the knowledge that's brung... [Verse 7: Km.G] See the law has provided me, the Km.G That's complex with the style but done easily Pitch a picture if I have to, you know why I'm undercover doin' dirt I'm a hell of a spy Now me, 187, is a detonator More deadly than a hand grenade Much harder than a fool to fade Not a forty, not a quart or six-pack Me, K.M.G, Total K-OSS, and Go Mack Cause I unload my weapon with force Yeah, I'm never detected, I live respected As a baller, a player or a pimp Yo, pass me the forty, I commence to dent... [Verse 8: Cold 187Um] A sissy soft sucker with no title Unplug the machine 187 is vital Like a Beretta with a megaclip With a silencer on it with the hollow point tip But that is our business, on that we won't dwell We make records for you to look, listen, and tell Tell your ma, tell a friend, tell a fool, or a jerk Till them Km.G people started to put it to work Like Hustlers... [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers Woo haa, livin' like the hustlers [saxophone solo plays till fade]