Keep on trying, You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me
Verse 1. This is dope boy music, American Dream we let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream No Auto-tune unless I'm tunning out the burrough Flying through ya borough, (Red) Camaro I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push I used to get my ass wooped for listenin to spice 1 On the court, game point, fade away, nice one same court where the fiends get they white from hustle till the night come crouch down low, with a pocket full of money shooting dice in my white 1's roll another seven of the night on my white 1's I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin Moms and pops was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em How the fuck you think I got the name Game Same way them Lakers got all of them fucking rings Hustlin
Bridge: Hustling Championship ring Hustling Metaphor street king (Hustling) My moms worked the grave yard Shift She was bustin it while I at home straight Hustlin
Verse 2. I had 2 brothers niggas didn't fuck with 'em They was like, that's our little brother don't fuck with him They shot 'em both so, I was like fuck it then Called up the hommies im ready, nigga jump me in Hopped in the G Ride, same one the pump be in I'm bout to do these niggas worse then Columbians And I aint hopping out the car like Trey did I'm turnin off the lights and pullin up like "Say Kid"
Bridge: Hustlin Championship ring Hustlin Metaphor street king Hustlin Drop top chain swing Hustlin, Hustlin
Verse 3. It was a cold Day in 1996 Fav bar Reasonable Doubt Over Before that day, we aint know shit about hova He was talking Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers But all we knew were 5.0's and Toyota's So, We took Y'alls swag y'all took our rags The way I see it, it's a fair exchange why you Mad Son, Yeah Jay was one of my teachers [size=0.75em][ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/hustlin-lyrics-game.html ] Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but, couldn't get a feature Was like, Being underage and couldn't get a beeper Missing sales cuz the onions still stuck in my sneaker Talkin to Streetsweeper, Dodgin the Grim Reaper, Hit My block after 8 o'clock I'll make you a believer We was movin white kid, the Justin Beiber Us and homeless shelters no different we both feed 'em Playing John Madden smoking all my nigga weed up Relaxin with my feet up, Waiting for the Re-Up