• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• When I Hustle - Huey
• Pop, Lock, And Drop It (Remix) - Huey
• Pop, Lock, And Drop It - Huey
• Payow (remix) - Huey
• Nobody Loves The Hood - Huey
• G-5 (tell Me This) (remix) - Huey
• Down Down Baby (nelly Diss) - Huey
• Another Planet - Huey
• 24-7-365 - Huey
• The Free Ride Of The Workhorse - Haw
• One More Man Gone - Haw
• LIVING IN SIN - Hawaii

When I hustle, baby, I be thinking of you
I'm always on the grind, don't spend a lot of time Like we used to do
And now be out in these streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
And you know that's the truth
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
Shawty, I'm coming home to you
Yeah, I'ma hustler but, baby girl, I wanna fuck with you
You the type to make a thug nigga turn lub a dub
Mami, let me tell you, I ain't nothing like these other scrubs
This H U E Y, cowboy, he fly
I got money to the hiz-eye, thats why I fly geez eye
If any brother could tell you, he do you better, he lie
No, I ain't Nelly but could make you holler e eye
When we F U C K I N G in the treetop
Bet you will feel special then ever when we ride
Count you a summer wardrobe come spring time
The more that we around gratify me love you
But you should now there's one main thing, you're next
When I hustle, baby, I be thinking of you
I'm always on the grind, don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
And now be out in these streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
And you know that's the truth
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
Shawty, I'm coming home to you
Baby girl, you be my queen
The only thing that make a thug smile in his dreams
And make me feel that I ain't as thug as I seem
When we make love, have me weak at the knees
The only female that could do what she please
But say it ain't tricking when I'm giving her G's
Car weather I'm hurt or safe in the streets
I'll tell you, "Mami, don't worry I'm safe with the heat"
Now, come a little closer, move your waist to the beat
In the winter on the carpet for heat when you sleep
There's no other couple that's fucking with we
The more I'm around gratify me to love you
There's one thing to know, we're next
When I hustle, baby, I be thinking of you
I'm always on the grind don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
And now be out in these streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
And you know that's the truth
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
Shawty, I'm coming home to you
I've been all around the world before
But I know you're the one for me, just stay good you'll see
I don't wanna have to run these streets no more
But for now, girl, let's ride or die, [Incomprehensible] I'ma get you right
And when I hustle, baby, I be thinking of you
I'm always on the grind, don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
And now be out in the streets 'cuz, baby, we got to eat
And you know that's the truth
No matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you

Aye, it's so beautiful when a plan comes together yup
It's your boy melv hits
You already know what this is
H-U-E-Y (reemix)
Bow Weezy
T-Pain
Hits Commited
partna
It's H-U-E-Y, home fly G five
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs
What her mama done gave her then grew from local to major
Pockets flooded with paper, born as a Missouri stater
Mami gon take it low if you can then touch your toes
You and your partna them, you can get dollas then
Trickin aint in my blood, but I'ma make it rain on'em
Too rich for dolla bills, I consider that as change
25's on my range, know that that's a odd number
The way you tootin that thang can make the guys wonder
What's underneathe or even if it's real
I'm hoping she a freak cause I ain't tryna chill
I'm tryna get it poppin, wit a shortie like mine
Thats willing to drop it low enough to blow my mind
It's H-U-E-Z and Bow Weezy
Let's see if she can get lower than before on the remix
Toot that thang up mamii make it roll
once you pop, pop lock it for me girl get low
if yo mama gave it to you, baby girl let it show
once you pop lock drop it for me maybe we can roll (oh)
Pop lock and drop it
Damn lil mama I'm sayin
All that in them jeans (woo)
Aye, aye, let me holla at chu for a minute
Hey what it is they call me Bow Wizzle
Now pop, lock, drop it for me, make that thang jiggle
She moves her hips just like Shakira
If she was in a contest she would be the winner (yep)
From Ohio all the way to St. Louis, hey all the girls do it just put your back into it
Now shake what she gave ya, I'm talking bout ya mama
If you wont do it for me then do it for these dollas
Cause I'ma make it rain, these otha dudes is lame
They talk a good game, but they can't do the same
Now drop it up and down, now take it to the ground
If you wanna please me baby all you gotta do is
Pop, Lock, and Drop It
But baby don't stop it, we can do it like Chris Brown girl get it poppin
Man I'm a pro, look I'm far from a rookie
Girl get your pretty self over here gimme them cookies
Toot that thang up mamii make it roll
once you pop, pop lock it for me girl get low
if yo mama gave it to you, baby girl let it show
once you pop lock drop it for me maybe we can roll (oh)
Pop lock and drop it
Shawty snap (yeah!)
GodDamn, shawty snap (shaw-tay!)
Now let me ask you a lil question that you never heard
How do you make them dollas disappear like i'm for real for a lack of better words
Let me introduce my friend, Huey and Bow Wow
I'm the pain better known as Teddy Pin-Her-Ass-Down
I'm G (yea)
But, you probably already knew that
But you didn't know that I could make you pop, lock and do that
Now understand i'm the baddest man alive
So let's just bend your knees and do the G5
now we fly
Yea you can do it (yea)
Yea I know you see me (yea)
Yea you wanna be me (yea)
Yea you got my CD (yea)
Yea thats hits commited (yea)
Yea thats Baby Huey (yea)
Yea thats Bow Weezy (yea)
Yea thats Teddy Pain
I'ma make you climb the pole
I'ma play you depending on how this money unfold
And I got it from my mama I aint tryna go pro
If you pop lock drop it I might let all of this go
Oooh
Toot that thang up mamii make it roll
once you pop, pop lock it for me girl get low
if yo mama gave it to you, baby girl let it show

Toot that thang up mami, make it roll
Once you pop pop, lock it for me girl get low
If yo mama gave it to you baby girl let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me maybe we could roll, oh
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Tonight it's gon' be some changes
No acting sadity
So stop acting and get it clappin'
'Cause I'm knowing you feeling me
Yeah you cute
But don't let that sh** go to yo head
'Cause what this cutie won't do pimpin'
Another one will
You prepared, rockin' a skirt
And ya heels so tall
And we ain't wit none of that tricking
But our bills so tall
I been peepin' you fo a while
And you throwin' it back
If you lookin' fo you a balla
We got dough in da back
Look yo color Carmelo brown
And yo skin so smooth
I'm havin' fantasies about
What you and me can do
And you a undacover freak
You probably thinking da same
I'm seein' light up on yo face
Because you peepin' my chain
And I ain't tryna put you out there
As if you a freak
So don't even take it that way
Jus' say you did it fo' me
And yeah you probably roll wit me
'Cause it's money in my pockets
So before then
I gotta see you pop, lock and drop it
Toot that thang up mami, make it roll
Once you pop pop, lock it for me girl get low
If yo mama gave it to you baby girl let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me maybe we could roll, oh
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
I ain't gotta be yo man
But I really wouldn't mind
We ain't got to talk again
I'm jus tryna have a time
If you a balla pull a stack out
And slap her on da ayyy
Pop lockin' cock blockas
Get up out da way
Let lil' mami get low
Give her space, let her sweat
The club turnin' to Hooters
'Cause they shirts is so wet
From da window to da wall
Lil' mama showin' her thong
The broad freakin' herself
It's tellin' me that it's on
You ready then we can roll
I'm tellin' you we could go
I'm thinkin' if I can handle it
The way you make it roll
You groovin' and speedin' up
You right in between us
If you a stripteasa
Then baby don't tease us
At first I thought I was trippin'
But my vision gettin' clearer
You moving that thang around
As if you practice in da mirror
She doin' a new dance
What the next man said
I'm like naw
She just pop locking on a headstand
Toot that thang up mami, make it roll
Once you pop pop, lock it for me girl get low
If yo mama gave it to you baby girl let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me maybe we could roll, oh
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Make it roll to da left, left
Roll to da right, right
Pop, lock and drop it
Get low a'ight
Make it roll to da left, left
Roll to da right, right
Pop, lock and drop it
Get low a'ight
It ain't tricking if you got it
We got it but I ain't givin'
Just bounce it and roll wit it
And maybe you'll roll wit us
It ain't tricking if you got it
We got it and I ain't givin'
Just bounce it and roll wit it
And maybe you'll roll wit us
Pop, lock and drop it
Now pop, lock and drop it fo me
Pop, lock and drop it
Say pop, lock and drop it
Now what's yo name girl?
Neva mind, neva mind
Do you thang girl fire
You ain't neva lied
What's yo name girl?
Neva mind, neva mind
Do you thang girl fire

[Huey:] (Whaddup Lil Mama)
[MeMpHiTz:] (Hitz Committee Partna)
She don't know
She don't know
[Huey:] (She can't know about me for real)
Juelz Santana: (Santana)
[Huey:] (You got to know man)
[Huey:] (Strictly Business right here ya digg)
She don't know
She don't know (got that PaYow)
[Chorus:]
I got that PaYow baby
(I got that I got that)
Ooh...
She don't know about me
You ain't know about me
(Young Huey)
I got that I got that I got that PaYow
(Dezel on the beat)
I got that PaYow baby
Ooh...
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
(She don't know)
I got that PaYow
Ooh...
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
(She don't know)
I got that PaYow baby
(I got that PaYow baby)
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
(Uh uhh)
I got that PaYow
I got that I got that I got that PaYow
[Verse 1:]
Let's go
Speaking of PaYow
I got something you might love
And it's a murder weapon
Wearing a white glove
Wantin stroke of this
I'm hoping it's tight as fuck
And if it hurts just let me know and I'll lighten up
I'll light you up
From just a few shots
And have you sounding like sirens of two cops
Since you don't know about me
You gon learn right now
A hundred and fifty rounds
That sounds like that motherfuckin
[Chorus:]
PaYow baby
(You ain't know about me)
Ooh...
She don't know about me
You ain't know
I got that PaYow
(I got that PaYow baby)
She don't know about me
You ain't know
(Naa bitch)
I got that PaYow baby
Ooh...
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
I got that PaYow
(Young Huey)
I got that I got that I got that PaYow
[Verse 2:]
Fuckin up your sheets
Oh that ass is so fat
I want the lights on
Usually the room is pitch black
Wanna see it move forward back
When I give a smack
Rubbin on my six pack
And I ain't holding shit back
When you hear that click clack
Baby go your ass down
Till them lips that's dripping wet
Oh slow slow your ass down
And I done kicked a hole in your wall
Opps broke your couch
I'm a fuck around and have to buy a house
Because I done hit you with that
[Chorus:]
PaYow baby
Ooh...
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
I got that PaYow
(I got that PaYow)
Ooh...
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
I got that PaYow baby
Ooh...
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
I got that PaYow
(I got that I got that I got that I got that)
I got that I got that I got that
(Click click clack PaYow)
[Juelz Santana:]
I got that pop pop, that bang bang, that boom boom
I just wanna zoom zoom, in the poom poom
Baby lie it down, right now
Let me cock your legs up high now
Hit you with that PaYow
Pow Pow
I got that B-Street, that wild style
That ooh ooh, that ow ow,
That I ain't done, turn around now
There ain't no forgivin my favorite position
You climb up and you slide down
(Wow)
Hurf Hurf Hurf Hurf
Who let em out
I got that big dog
Not that little Bow Wow
She got that surround sound
The way she screams
(Screams)
Sound like a murder scene
(Scene)
I'm a serial killer and it's all done in the first degree
(Murda)
Better call emergency
911 contact the police
(Now)
Cause when I attack in the sheets, you're gonna have to release everything
That's on and in your body
I be on and in your body
No I be all up in your body
Get it mommy, let's get it mommy
(Let's get it)
Said things will never be the same after the night, you're right
She thought she died, but thanks to me she came
Back to life
[Chorus:]
I got that PaYow baby
(I got that PaYow baby)
Ooh...
She don't know about me
(She don't know)
You ain't know
(She don't know)
I got that PaYow
(I got that PaYow)
Ooh...
[Huey:] (Ooh Ooh Ooh)
I got that PaYow baby
(Baby)
Ooh...
She don't know about me
[Huey:] (She don't know, she don't know, she don't know, I got that)
I got that PaYow
[Huey:] (I got that I got that I got that)
I got that I got that I got that PaYow

This goes out to all my kids out there in the hood, ya know
Going through the struggle and what not
There's always something bad that could happen in the hood
Ya know, yeah
Momma where you at, daddy where you at?
The hood's out of control, time to fight back
Kids just doing time, ain't nothing but crime
Because they don't believe the sun can still shine
Waited too long, now it's a problem
You see what it is, how it go wrong
Ooh, that's understood
'Cause nobody loves the hood
Man, this hook is too true to believe in
Where da hell is ya momma and daddy when you need 'em?
Born in the hood, so the hood's in ya heart
Though nothing's been good in the hood from the start
Either you was with ya momma or never had a daddy?
Or never had neitha and was raised wit' ya granny
It's a cold ass world fa the younga generation
In err hood somebody would, time to be facing
For a fucked up reason, a bad ass time
Then gave up, they don't think the sun still shine
Brush it against the wall, forced to do crime
Some say they'll die before they do time
'Cause jail ain't the place to be
Might be the place for you but ain't for me, yeah
You enjoying yo life, why? 'Cause your fists grip wood
But the kids doing bad 'cause nobody loves da hood
Momma where you at, daddy where you at?
The hood's out of control, time to fight back
Kids just doing time, ain't nothing but crime
Because they don't believe the sun can still shine
Waited too long, now it's a problem
You see what it is, how it go wrong
Ooh, that's understood
'Cause nobody loves the hood
Man, the kids always getting lectured
But what do you expect when they have no direction
Father in jail, mother strung out
No curfew, late nights, hung out
Getting money on the zone, now it is a problem
'Cause they selling white rocks, carrying a revolver
Everybody gotta eat somehow, someway
Wishing they'll make it out somehow, someday
They can put the drugs down and pick up the books
There's only a few good cops 'cause most of them crooks
Supposed to protect and serve but now they got the nerve
To say they want criminals up off of the curb
It's a cold ass world, especially for male
They filling up more than half of all jails
The government got the world misunderstood
I dedicate this to the ones who love the hood
Momma where you at, daddy where you at?
The hood's out of control, time to fight back
Kids just doing time, ain't nothing but crime
Because they don't believe the sun can still shine
Waited too long, now it's a problem
You see what it is, how it go wrong
Ooh, that's understood
'Cause nobody loves the hood
Stand strong all my lil' soldiers
Reject all negative words people done told ya
Grind how you gotta and make 'em out of believers
Give the middle fingers and tell 'em I don't need ya
Over come the bad and pray to the Lord
Soon to turn good 'cause the grace of the Lord
Now you could smile and say it's all good
I'm never gonna leave 'cause somebody love the hood
Momma where you at, daddy where you at?
The hood's out of control, time to fight back
Kids just doing time, ain't nothing but crime
Because they don't believe the sun can still shine
Waited too long, now it's a problem
You see what it is, how it go wrong
Ooh, that's understood
'Cause nobody loves the hood
Momma where you at, daddy where you at?
The hood's out of control, time to fight back
Kids just doing time, ain't nothing but crime
Because they don't believe the sun can still shine
Waited too long, now it's a problem
You see what it is, how it go wrong
Ooh, that's understood

Tell me this who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam [x2]
[Huey:]
All eyes on me like Tupac
26's on the drop and 2 blocks
What am I? Everything you not
Ballin!
Raised off them true blocks
Interior paint, rims color coordinated
Yes, yes, it's blessed as if the Lord made it
Naw nigga don't jack, that's for your safety
My gun's got heat sensors and no safety
I'm an expert in anything that I do
No cubics, all diamonds are blue
I know ya heard about me
No I'm not worried about ya
I sit back, relax, sittin on Louis couches
That's right the truth is out bitch
I knock your toothless out, bitch
You ain't ready for what I'm bringing and who I'm out with
You can flex, front hard if you want to
Meantime, Huey gon do what the fuck he want to
Tell me this who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam [x2]
[Verse: MempHitz]
Who's flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing choo-choo train
Throw a stack up on it, I'll throw a stack back
Put some gangsters on it, I'm a push some gangster back
It's time to face the facts
The rest of you niggas is lame
I'll tell ya boss the same
Yeah, I'm killing the game
Yeah I'm a A n R
But I got an AR
That shoot real far
Go straight up through ya car
I'm flier than flavor
Stay duckin a hater
F**k what you talking about
My nigga we getting that paper
I know u heard about us
Hitz Committee, the shit
H-u-e-y, he fly
He the type of guy that make a whole lot of money for his company
Committee, how we living, never tricking that's a felony
I stay so hi-I-I-I-I-igh
I'm so fly these niggas starting to call me G-5
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game
My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam [x2]
[Verse: T-Pain]
Who's flier than me (nobody)
Answer this (what)
If you sick with money, I must be cancerous
I know you ballin' dawg, I know you in the game
But I don't just talk about G-5s
I really got a plane
But I ain't stunnin' on you though, it's just a G-3
That's some nice car but ain't no use in trying to G me
See the difference 'tween my lifestyle and yours is
Mine is x-rated and you just barely in PG
Aye so Tay Dizm (what up)
How tight is your game? (Pain) Yea
[Tay Dizm:]
I can make a pay J be my main man (Yea)
Get a flashy thing put it in the matchin' ring (Yea)
I'm so fly they can't tell me a dammn thing
[T-Pain:]
Ok tell them hos to get in the lab (Oww)
If there ain't no more room she can sit on your lap (Oww)
Now take this and this and that and this exactly what it look like
If you get hit by a truck with a bunch of fly shit in the back.
Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane (me)
Got badass bitches playing dare game

[Huey:]
First things first, I don't like y'all niggas talkin' shit (me neither)
[Nelly:]
I'm Going Down, Down Baby
[Huey:]
Blow Your motherfuckin' speakers up
Let's get it in
blow your motherfuckin' speakers up
[Nelly:]
I'm Going Down, Down Baby
[Huey:]
This ol' bitch-ass nigga
Blow Your mother fuckin' speakers up
[inaudible riff]
[Huey:]
Bang, bang, it's your game, go fuck wit' ya,
Choppin' hits, you and that motherfucka' next to ya.
City Spud was the closest to a lunatic,
Y'all just some crazy ass who ain't shootin' shit.
Got your damn nerve, dissin' Huey records,
You mad, you a fag, and my nigga Huey rappin'
I'm the real definition of hip-hop,
Lost your whole pocket when that Vokal shit flopped.
Might as well kill two birds with one stone,
I'm'a murder J-Kwon on this same song.
In the club with the Cristal poppin,
Only derrty I like is when DJ Crisstyle poppin'
Bitch, if it ain't Crysstyle, it betta be young gipp,
Make grands when I hustle, they callin' me young tip.
It's suicide-just spray you' own self,
Happiness, boy, here's something, You can save your own self.
[Nelly:]
I'm Going Down, Down Baby
[Huey:]
Blow Your motherfuckin' speakers up
[Nelly:]
I'm Going Down, Down Baby
[Huey:]
Blow Your motherfuckin' speakers up
[Huey:]
Nelly, who you think you kiddin', you niggas ain't no killas,
And thug niggas you fuckin' with the realist and drug dealas.
Drug Ali outside, stuff him in the trunk,
Put a bullet in ya' head, leave ya' smelling like a skunk, punk bitch.
Thinkin' you can get outta the way from some the bum shit,
Bullets sprayed, leavin' ya slumped quick. So quick, with all that,
thinkin' your frontin' before ya mamma had eggs in her stomach from all men that she froggin'
Hey, I pray for ya dummies cuz your skatin' on thin ice and steady, playin' with thunder,
See, see me and uh-oh, trouble, don't say nothing.
Your boy so soft got heat and still won't spray nothing.
What's wrong, Nelly, nervous because you see you got competition?
Glad your responding, now we know we got your attention,
Nigga listen, this is our town now, and cross the Cap, Nigga best believe you goin' down south.
[Nelly:]
I'm Going Down, Down Baby
[Huey:]
Blow Your motherfuckin' speakers up
[Nelly:]
I'm Going Down, Down Baby
[Huey:]
Blow Your motherfuckin' speakers up
[Young Rhome:]
and I'm just St. Louis, baby, St. Louis crazy.
I ain't travelin' no where, I've been in St. Louis lately.
Dude sittin' on top of the Joint, and I don't act like I'm rich,
Ery'one still stoppin' and pointin', like 'ya thurr it is.'
We make gangsta music, we just tell it how it is, and how the gangstas do shit.
I whip game, fire, and the shoes' exclusive,
And I love that people think the other dude is useless.
I gained 20 inches of canarian blue shit,
We're fresh like a pimp, and every day is a new fit.
We so heavy, and the mafia so ready,
Got a head on our shoulder but it's hard to hold steady.
Pick and roll, I hold for a room in a hotel-y,
Then Oh, hit a night on the phones and an' old Chevy.

[Chorus]
Hey this drank got me feelin like I'm on another planet,
Ima faint, man it feels like I'm on another planet,
Whatcha think girl I want it, I know you gonne let me have it,
I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
And I wont come down it feels so good,
I don't wanna come down it feels so good, I walk around like I'm in space cause it feels so good,
I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
[Verse 1]
I'm on another planet
Ask me how I got there,
I'm dressed as a captain
Cause my money so rare,
I'm drinkin on that shit
It lighty cost some bucks,
Most people don't drink it cause it cost to much.
And when I'm at the bar
I be lookin like a star,
I don't pull out cash
I be swippin' credit cards,
Like Visa or Master
Express or black ones.
They assume I'm famous
Like artist or actor.
Moneys not a factor
I grow it out my ass,
If money came from tree's
I would grow it in my plants,
Grow it my garden
Like remy martin,
Had me feelin' like I'm on saturn and even mars andddd
[Chorus]
Hey this drank got me feelin like I'm on another planet,
Ima faint man it feels like I'm on another planet,
Whatcha think girl I want it I know you gonne let me have it,
I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
And I wont come down it feels so good,
I don't wanna come down it feels so good, I walk around like I'm in space cause it feels so good,
I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
Lil' Wayne
[Verse 2]
Ehhmmmm goodbye world, it's Weezy aka mister he took my girl,
I'm on one, (haha) I'm on two, I got that bird flu from that grey goose,
And I don't need no juice... just a little ice,
And we can run around saturns ring twice.
I like my wine white, yeah patron straight,
I'll take you to mars and show you I got my own space.
Stir stir don't shake,
Then don't break I take you out this world,
He just take you out the states.
Syrup by the crate, man I'm on my eighth,
It make me move slow so ima be a little late... Mula
[Chorus]
Hey this drank got me feelin like I'm on another planet,
Ima faint man it feels like I'm on another planet,
Whatcha think girl I want it, I know you gonne let me have it,
I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
And I wont come down it feels so good,
I don't wanna come down it feels so good, I walk around like I'm in space cause it feels so good,
I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
[Verse 3]
I'm next to the moon, close to the sun,
So call me a star, I'm as bright as they come. High in the sky, connected to big dippers, when they come to licker, I am the big sipper. Tell me have you ever seen an astronaut stripper, I don't do it on Earth, but here I'll tip her. Take her to my ship, n fuck to a sex tone, right after I hit it, I'm dippin to neptune. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, take off, I can prove mercury aint far as they say dawg. Started on one fifth, now I'm on number four, and off of those four, I've been around the solar.
[Chorus]
Hey this drank got me feelin like I'm on another planet, ima faint, man it feels like I'm on another planet. Wat u think, girl I want it, I know you gonne let me have it, I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
And I wont come down it feels so good,
I don't wanna come down it feels so good, I walk around like I'm in space cause it feels so good,

24/7, 24/7, 24/7 365 On My Grind [x4]
[Chorus:]
24/7 365 On My Grind 'Cause I I Gotta Get Mine (yea) I Gotta Get Mine [x2]
How You Gone Do It?
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper Three Cut The Line Four Watch Hatas
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper 24/7 365 On My Grind
[Verse: Huey]
Since I Grind These Niggas Have Lost They Mind
They Hate Me Because I Shine From Family To All Kind
That's 24/7 Everyday Of The Year
Everyday I Am Here I'm Gone Make Shyt Clear
Fuk You Fuk Who Eva Got Sum To Say
Bout How I Handle My Business I'm a Do It My Way
I Am Young I Am Smart Never Small With Some Heart
I Can Just Taste My Money When I Hit The Airport
You Next To Over Seas I Can Smell The Palm Trees
Guess I'm Just A Grass Hopper Attracted To All Green
Now Listen To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days
Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old Ways
No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits By The Hour
Ignore The Phrase More Money More Power
As A Mamas Boy I Hate To See Mama Cry
So 24/7 365 On My Grind Know Why?
[Chorus:]
24/7 365 On My Grind 'Cause I I Gotta Get Mine (yea) I Gotta Get Mine [x2]
How You Gone Do It?
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper Three Cut The Line Four Watch Hatas
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper 24/7 365 On My Grind
[Verse: Maino]
Listen, Now I'm a Get It I Get It Until My Numbers Call
So I'm Just A Name And Memory On My Homies Wall
I Be Movin O's I'm Tryna Just Build My Dough Up
So I'm Just A Slab In A Corrin With My Toes Up
Niggas Deal With Jealousy Baby How Can They Hate On Me
I'm a Keep It Thorough I'm Not, Not A Celebrity
I'm Real Like A Phoenix Sun Feel Like My Day Is Coming
If I Can Just Kill Competition Then All The Fees Will Come
You Can't Stunt On I The Whole Summers Mine
(Hi Hater) Got The Country Waving Hi And Bye
Brooklyn To Saint Lou. Brooklyn We Can't Lose
It's Hustle Hard I'm a Get It Til I Can't Move
[Chorus:]
24/7 365 On My Grind 'Cause I I Gotta Get Mine (yea) I Gotta Get Mine [x2]
How You Gone Do It?
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper Three Cut The Line Four Watch Hatas
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper 24/7 365 On My Grind
[Verse: Glasses Malone]
It's The Water Boy (yea) We Keep Them Bottles Jack
I Tell Them Hatas Bye Twist It Hard And Throttle Back
What They Talking Dollas? We Gotta Lotta That
Cash Money Million Now Go And Swallow That
Tricks Make It Rain We Don't Carry Ones
I'm From 7th Street Now Nigga Where You From?
It's A Gang Thang Can't It Money Counters
All We Do Is Slang And Pray On Out Of Towners
Ask Around Homie We Some Chain Checkers
And We Are Not The Same So Lame Run Yo Necklace
It's A New West The Whole Game Respect Us
And Fuk These Old Rappers Since They Won't Except Us
Ask Around G A Clown We Spit Them Breezy Raps
And I Would Trade You Niggas Life To Bring Eazy Back
Man You Niggas Wack You Got To Coach A Dime
I'm Bout to Bring Us Back Look Like The Coast Is Mine
[Chorus:]
24/7 365 On My Grind 'Cause I I Gotta Get Mine (yea) I Gotta Get Mine [x2]
How You Gone Do It?
One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper Three Cut The Line Four Watch Hatas

This Burden O
opens the skin and cuts the flesh to the bone
These old
bones
won’t heal, even pride can’t heal them and save your
soul
And them
chains of self-denial
keeps your focus on the soil
The soil you
plow
is gonna plow you under to be your home
How many more
miles you need to see
HAW Ride again! Ride Free!
Your fetters are down
and your blinder’s off
HAW Ride again! Ride Free!
Brother
resolution, faith were your own, So long gone
We all know
it’s only
hope makes you walk along
Walk slow
But straight and so firm to the
beat
Of the whip

As far as one can go
O this road we gotta go along
One by one and day by
Every loss yes gains our faith
Sister crow it’s time
With your wings
darken the the sun
Brother crow with your cry tear up the sky
The sun may
not blind those weary eyes
Let them rest and see peace till the day he
rises
How O How many more
Can these dirty hands hide the face
Of our anger
and vicious pain
We hate so much that we love you all
And sister crow It’s
time
With your wings darken the sun
Brother crow with your cry tear up the
One more man gone
In darken noon we forgive thy
Will got done and For
Our failures you took your
sons’ lifes again and time to time
Strong is

They know us, the meanest
Baddest boys in town
Ripping up at full speed
Don't you cower out
Getting in the way
We kick you to the side
Buying your new way
Don't you stop our ride
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in sin
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in sin
We sacrifice our bodies
To get just what we need
To satisfy our endless lingering for
Passion, lust and greed
Climb up on our wagon
We'll take you to the top
Eastward to the dragons
Where the fun will never stop
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in sin
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in...
Sin (hahaha)
Would you like
Sypmhony littered
(Ahahahaha)
We are
Living
In...
(Ahahah)
I love sin
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in sin
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in...
[Guitar solo]
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in sin
Pull the chains, watch them live on
We are living in sin
We are living in sin