[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!   [E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!   [WC] Dub Cya, nya!   [E-40] Uhhhh, hah!   [WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?   [E-40] Whassupish weebelations?   [WC] $hort Dawg, we all hogs   [TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy   [E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!   Verse One: WC   Thinkin of a master plan   Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand   So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence   Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?"   A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream   of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines   My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice   For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise   Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin?   Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and   smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement   Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer   International resider worldwider packin heat   Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P   Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin   Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin   Chorus: *unknown singers*   Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah   Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin   Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night long   Keep on hustlin... on and on   Verse Two: E-40   Check it out; Dub C ?the below? system   got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?   Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash   Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water   Plus I heard that the police department homicide division   wanna holla at me about a manslaughter   Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich   Don't know the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"   I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)   When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"   These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute   knowin that we unrecouped   E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie Hustle   Knockin though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket   I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive   Tapes and CD's be my nine to five   Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established   Long money, way before I signed for cabbage   Chorus   [E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper route   Verse Three: Too $hort   Yeah   I'm comin from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe   Smokin indo from the Valle-jo   Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope   If you tryin to get high, what you passin foe?   Top notch on my right smellin smoke   But she don't know about the hustlin that I did when I was broke   My best customers, real macks and G's   Dopefiend beats on the backstreets   Me and Freddie B sellin game   Custom made tapes with your name, you can't complain   I always been about the business, I ain't changed   As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same   Ghetto star, feelin the pavement   I'm always down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch   Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin   I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion   Chorus   $hort Dawg, you know we players main   Get your money nigga   [E-40] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change   [TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch   [E-40] Dub C!   [TS] Nya! Nya!   [WC] You know I'm takin mine nya!   [E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face   Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know?   BEYOTCH!