Hussla Hoodsta

[News clips: Reporter, Lady, 2nd Reporter, 2nd Lady]
This is the time for us to come off of our knees and stand up to make a difference in our communities
I am not afraid of them, and I'm trying to instill in my neighbors, there's no need for us to be afraid
No matter what City Hall says and promises, people in this community, still very much intimidated by the Rolling 60s
One Rolling 60s hangout is just outside this grammar school, where parents are reluctant to go on camera talking about the gang or their fears of it
You walk down that street?
Nope, I don't
Why's that?
Uhm, well, it's too much activities going on down that street
People in this community, still very much intimidated—
You walk down that street?
Nope, I don't
People in this community, still very much intimidated by the rolling 60s
It's too much activities going on down that street
One, two, one, two
One rolling 60s hangout is just outside this grammar school

[Verse 1]
Look, see, I was, born in the '80s and raised in the 60s
My pockets were full of 5s, shoe boxes were full of 50s
Slauson, nigga, come on, follow and get with me (Yeah)
Sellin' dope for that Rolex chain and some fresh Dickies (Uhm, well)
I was duckin' them choppers with burners in my stash box and (Nope, I don't)
Swallowin' rocks while runnin' from them C.R.A.S.H. cops
Nights, I kept it on my hip, the Johnny hot, shit
Nights I left it on my dresser, homies got chipped
To be kill or be killed, and I ain't talkin' poetry (Yeah)
If niggas ain't snitchin', then how the fuck they know it's me?
Catch me breakin' nine zones down, nigga, that's a quarter key
And sellin' work to big homies, my older G's
In a luxury set, my chrome thang's gettin' blunted (Skrrt)
Fuck it, I'm feelin' good, I got two per set of hundred
Money was never nothin' 'cause these blocks be Rollin'
And the spot stay poppin' 'cause my rocks was swollen

[Chorus]
You know that I'm a hustler, so, you know
I'ma always stay paid
You know that I'm a hoodster, so, you know
I never turn down a fade
You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler
You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood
You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler
You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood

[Verse 2]
Granny, they still shootin', I can't get no sleep
And it's too late to change 'cause I'm in too deep
Niggas gon' ride to the shit I'm sayin', that's on the real
Niggas done died for this shit I'm claimin' (Yeah)
From over here to Western Ave, yeah, we run that
Hop out and bust a nigga head, yeah, I done that
But I ain't braggin', though, really, it's 'bout capital
And all this goddamn money gave me an attitude
No smiles like I'm mad at you (Okay)
Late night grindin', posted on the BG (I'm posted)
Hood homies, the tiny loc and supreme team
Meek Baby, Set Trip, if it's J. Stone
First to bo, light that kush blunt for X gone
This for my nigga Tiny Inhead, that's fresh home
And Little Chopper facing life, homie, stay strong
Stay slow, baby, one shot and bolt the facts
The homies is here and Slauson where we posted at

[Chorus]
You know that I'm a hustler, so, you know
I'ma always stay paid
You know that I'm a hoodster, so, you know
I never turn down a fade
You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler
You know that I'm a hood, hood, hood
You know that I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler
You know that I'm hood, hood, hood, hood