Songtexte:
Game Hustlers Dream

Intro: Dre and Fidal Niggas play everything live, nigga Like Cool and The Game back in the day play it live, nigga Fuck you niggas know about makin beats

still the same ole same ole Nothin change play the game how the game go. Pants sagg white tee and a kango. I ain't gotta hustle but I still hang low.

let these jackers gain a stripe off lil' duga Since twelve i been thuggin keep a frog in my mouth I had a dream off top but this rap game no doubt Don

Office Romeos believe Dictation is the statutory dish Do they want you for your body When you wanna use your mind Every day it's hustle hustle But you

crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game

was gonna die Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin

pursue me like a dream Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend It seems - my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper

when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my hustle on, learned to

start wylin' I got bricks of that Peruvian A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen Range Rover, game over, I'm getting