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[ti:Outro]
[ar:Baby Bash]
[al:Super Saucey]
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[00:00.000]Outro (Album Version) - Baby Bash/Butch Cassidy/Don Cisco/Nino Brown/Russell Lee/Mr. Kee
[00:00.630]Written by:N. Perez/R. Atkins/D. Means/G. Flores/R. Bryant
[00:01.273]Yeah
[00:02.480]Hustler's theme
[00:04.006]Worldwide
[00:05.221]Come on
[00:05.705]All money ain't good money
[00:07.170]Stack your chips
[00:08.034]Let it flip like some hood money
[00:09.905]Cock them rims
[00:10.777]Let'em spin on them haters man
[00:12.483]And all the players
[00:13.380]Worldwide do your thug thang
[00:14.973]The hustler's theme
[00:16.045]All money ain't good money
[00:17.726]Stack your chips
[00:18.650]Let it flip like some hood money
[00:20.392]Cock them rims
[00:21.230]Let'em spin on them haters man
[00:23.214]And all the players
[00:24.191]Worldwide do your thug thang
[00:26.554]I take a slow beat
[00:27.775]And spit a hard rap
[00:29.216]Pobre I aingt retarded you know we off that off that
[00:32.206]From the west my brother to the east
[00:34.203]Back down
[00:35.028]To the diggy dirty for sherzy
[00:36.845]What the feezy
[00:37.505]I take a slow beat
[00:38.577]And spit a hard rap
[00:39.842]Pobre I aingt retarded you know we off that
[00:42.247]Off that
[00:42.987]From the west my brother to the east
[00:44.853]Back down
[00:45.491]To the diggy dirty for sherzy
[00:47.168]What the feezy
[00:48.110]Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock
[00:50.632]When it's just a limb from this money right in my pocket
[00:52.978]Pimp
[00:53.792]I know you smell it 'cause it's getting you naucious
[00:56.070]'Cause the sh*t I'm laying on this track is
[00:57.762]Brown as the Foxy's
[00:58.774]I'm the done dealer
[00:59.884]Don Dadda fresh out of Guatemala
[01:01.728]Some say bash you the sh*t
[01:03.160]In Spanish I'm the dada
[01:04.568]It's the million dollar Mexi the mack
[01:05.836]God he done bless me
[01:06.989]Girls wanna caress me like I'm Elvis Presley
[01:09.348]It don't stop
[01:10.114]Straight to the top till the game lock
[01:12.840]You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
[01:15.529]Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
[01:18.140]Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
[01:20.965]The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
[01:23.613]Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
[01:26.115]Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
[01:28.623]That's why I stay charging you know we won't stop
[01:31.255]This is for my heavy weighters
[01:32.431]Pulling strings like elevators
[01:33.208]Where my ops in full swing I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers
[01:36.433]Seventy stories or more
[01:37.980]Eventually the publicall
[01:38.987]Know my story for show
[01:40.627]Make a household
[01:41.634]Name out of Don Cisco
[01:43.227]Go from a hustler
[01:44.050]Born and grind trying to find some dough
[01:46.223]To the billion dollar
[01:46.922]Boy club
[01:47.794]Mexicali thug style
[01:49.285]I got
[01:49.940]Money to get back I'm fresh off the ** drought
[01:52.386]FED's couldn't stop me head shots didn't pop me
[01:54.835]Wouldn't lock never got me I'm the same player still cocky
[01:57.801]Bossed out
[01:58.710]Hopping out of the drought
[01:59.942]Looking flossed out everything chopped even the crop
[02:02.861]Believe I'm the don listen everything I'm breathing on
[02:05.670]Represent west side till the rider in me's dead and gone
[02:08.540]Me and bash do things
[02:09.730]Butch Cassidy sing
[02:11.013]Let 'em know it's all know the cash prestine
[02:13.427]Come on
[02:14.061]Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
[02:15.791]I'm gonna do everything I can
[02:19.327]And ain't nobody gonna stop my flow
[02:21.326]You gonna hear me from coast to coast
[02:23.825]But somebody's gonna make me mad
[02:26.543]And I'm a take everything they have
[02:29.607]So put it all in the past
[02:32.189]And do it so quick so fast
[02:34.893]All money ain't good money
[02:36.613]Stack your chips
[02:37.392]Let it flip like some hood money
[02:39.142]Cock them rims
[02:40.095]Let 'em spin on them haters man
[02:41.989]And all the players
[02:42.950]Worldwide do your thug thang
[02:44.260]The hustler's theme
[02:45.381]All money ain't good money
[02:47.231]Stack your chips
[02:48.026]Let it flip like some hood money
[02:49.847]Cock them rims
[02:50.671]Let 'em spin on them haters man
[02:52.490]And all the players
[02:53.520]Worldwide do your thug thang
[02:55.273]Homeboy I got the grid locked
[02:57.119]That good yatch gone breezes
[02:58.706]And they serve rock
[02:59.867]Some motherf**kers can't caught blocks
[03:01.493]Trey hop
[03:02.605]Roley bezel for you got swapped
[03:04.547]You like spider monkey Nino Brown's sasquatch
[03:07.136]Them little haters they be tickling me
[03:09.169]Brush 'em off like the dust on my Stacy homie
[03:11.990]Once again it's that motherf**king Mexican with attitude
[03:14.930]Paid my dues
[03:15.957]Steady grinding through the avenues
[03:17.647]Dogder blue homie
[03:18.728]The city that I represent
[03:20.568]Los Scandulous city where my homies did
[03:23.102]F**k a fed
[03:23.951]Keep 'em Presidential stacked up
[03:25.906]Hear what I said little soldiers getting taxed up
[03:28.427]Back the f**k up move biotch
[03:30.283]Get out the way
[03:31.306]You know the set holmes
[03:32.574]And my
[03:33.298]A stomping
[03:34.162]Walking in my big brown boots
[03:36.145]Flossing
[03:36.923]Stanking eagle that's my roots motherf**ker
[03:38.319]It don't stop
[03:39.487]Straight to the top till the game lock
[03:42.199]You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
[03:44.867]Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
[03:47.458]Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
[03:50.349]The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
[03:52.892]Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
[03:55.357]Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
[03:57.985]That's why I stay charging
[03:59.636]You know we won't stop
[04:00.643]Now put your money where your mouth is anybody who doubt this
[04:03.068]Wherever you see the westside that's probably where the south is
[04:05.772]United like a gang truce khakis pants and house shoes
[04:08.212]But out in the Yay it's throwbacks beanies and bulletproof
[04:10.964]Spinners in their mouthpiece heat up and the old school
[04:13.961]Funk jump no questions asked ride like we supposed to
[04:16.481]Up in my city see the bridge and the fall
[04:18.615]Know where the place on earth to be than
[04:20.298]Where this real turn off
[04:21.419]I'm smashing off a side show but money must come first
[04:23.908]This ain't no overnight choice
[04:25.185]I'm been a hustler since birth
[04:26.632]They call me Mr. Kee the Latin boss
[04:28.489]Latin king Latin don
[04:29.950]Spitting like the Latin play trying to put his Latins on
[04:32.621]And they say money is the root of all evil
[04:34.694]But there ain't nothing in this world
[04:36.052]To make me cross up my people
[04:37.537]I swear to god I'll be a soldier till I'm six in the dirt
[04:40.141]My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words
[04:42.570]The hustler's theme
[04:43.462]It don't stop
[04:44.327]Straight to the top til the game lock
[04:46.207]You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
[04:48.903]Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
[04:51.593]Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
[04:54.291]The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
[04:56.978]Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
[04:59.340]Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
[05:02.216]That's why I stay charging
[05:03.560]You know we won't stop
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[ti:Outro]
[ar:Baby Bash]
[al:Super Saucey]
[by:]
[00:00.000]Outro (Album Version) - Baby Bash/Butch Cassidy/Don Cisco/Nino Brown/Russell Lee/Mr. Kee
[00:00.630]Written by:N. Perez/R. Atkins/D. Means/G. Flores/R. Bryant
[00:01.273]Yeah
[00:02.480]Hustler's theme
[00:04.006]Worldwide
[00:05.221]Come on
[00:05.705]All money ain't good money
[00:07.170]Stack your chips
[00:08.034]Let it flip like some hood money
[00:09.905]Cock them rims
[00:10.777]Let'em spin on them haters man
[00:12.483]And all the players
[00:13.380]Worldwide do your thug thang
[00:14.973]The hustler's theme
[00:16.045]All money ain't good money
[00:17.726]Stack your chips
[00:18.650]Let it flip like some hood money
[00:20.392]Cock them rims
[00:21.230]Let'em spin on them haters man
[00:23.214]And all the players
[00:24.191]Worldwide do your thug thang
[00:26.554]I take a slow beat
[00:27.775]And spit a hard rap
[00:29.216]Pobre I aingt retarded you know we off that off that
[00:32.206]From the west my brother to the east
[00:34.203]Back down
[00:35.028]To the diggy dirty for sherzy
[00:36.845]What the feezy
[00:37.505]I take a slow beat
[00:38.577]And spit a hard rap
[00:39.842]Pobre I aingt retarded you know we off that
[00:42.247]Off that
[00:42.987]From the west my brother to the east
[00:44.853]Back down
[00:45.491]To the diggy dirty for sherzy
[00:47.168]What the feezy
[00:48.110]Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock
[00:50.632]When it's just a limb from this money right in my pocket
[00:52.978]Pimp
[00:53.792]I know you smell it 'cause it's getting you naucious
[00:56.070]'Cause the sh*t I'm laying on this track is
[00:57.762]Brown as the Foxy's
[00:58.774]I'm the done dealer
[00:59.884]Don Dadda fresh out of Guatemala
[01:01.728]Some say bash you the sh*t
[01:03.160]In Spanish I'm the dada
[01:04.568]It's the million dollar Mexi the mack
[01:05.836]God he done bless me
[01:06.989]Girls wanna caress me like I'm Elvis Presley
[01:09.348]It don't stop
[01:10.114]Straight to the top till the game lock
[01:12.840]You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
[01:15.529]Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
[01:18.140]Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
[01:20.965]The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
[01:23.613]Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
[01:26.115]Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
[01:28.623]That's why I stay charging you know we won't stop
[01:31.255]This is for my heavy weighters
[01:32.431]Pulling strings like elevators
[01:33.208]Where my ops in full swing I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers
[01:36.433]Seventy stories or more
[01:37.980]Eventually the publicall
[01:38.987]Know my story for show
[01:40.627]Make a household
[01:41.634]Name out of Don Cisco
[01:43.227]Go from a hustler
[01:44.050]Born and grind trying to find some dough
[01:46.223]To the billion dollar
[01:46.922]Boy club
[01:47.794]Mexicali thug style
[01:49.285]I got
[01:49.940]Money to get back I'm fresh off the ** drought
[01:52.386]FED's couldn't stop me head shots didn't pop me
[01:54.835]Wouldn't lock never got me I'm the same player still cocky
[01:57.801]Bossed out
[01:58.710]Hopping out of the drought
[01:59.942]Looking flossed out everything chopped even the crop
[02:02.861]Believe I'm the don listen everything I'm breathing on
[02:05.670]Represent west side till the rider in me's dead and gone
[02:08.540]Me and bash do things
[02:09.730]Butch Cassidy sing
[02:11.013]Let 'em know it's all know the cash prestine
[02:13.427]Come on
[02:14.061]Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
[02:15.791]I'm gonna do everything I can
[02:19.327]And ain't nobody gonna stop my flow
[02:21.326]You gonna hear me from coast to coast
[02:23.825]But somebody's gonna make me mad
[02:26.543]And I'm a take everything they have
[02:29.607]So put it all in the past
[02:32.189]And do it so quick so fast
[02:34.893]All money ain't good money
[02:36.613]Stack your chips
[02:37.392]Let it flip like some hood money
[02:39.142]Cock them rims
[02:40.095]Let 'em spin on them haters man
[02:41.989]And all the players
[02:42.950]Worldwide do your thug thang
[02:44.260]The hustler's theme
[02:45.381]All money ain't good money
[02:47.231]Stack your chips
[02:48.026]Let it flip like some hood money
[02:49.847]Cock them rims
[02:50.671]Let 'em spin on them haters man
[02:52.490]And all the players
[02:53.520]Worldwide do your thug thang
[02:55.273]Homeboy I got the grid locked
[02:57.119]That good yatch gone breezes
[02:58.706]And they serve rock
[02:59.867]Some motherf**kers can't caught blocks
[03:01.493]Trey hop
[03:02.605]Roley bezel for you got swapped
[03:04.547]You like spider monkey Nino Brown's sasquatch
[03:07.136]Them little haters they be tickling me
[03:09.169]Brush 'em off like the dust on my Stacy homie
[03:11.990]Once again it's that motherf**king Mexican with attitude
[03:14.930]Paid my dues
[03:15.957]Steady grinding through the avenues
[03:17.647]Dogder blue homie
[03:18.728]The city that I represent
[03:20.568]Los Scandulous city where my homies did
[03:23.102]F**k a fed
[03:23.951]Keep 'em Presidential stacked up
[03:25.906]Hear what I said little soldiers getting taxed up
[03:28.427]Back the f**k up move biotch
[03:30.283]Get out the way
[03:31.306]You know the set holmes
[03:32.574]And my
[03:33.298]A stomping
[03:34.162]Walking in my big brown boots
[03:36.145]Flossing
[03:36.923]Stanking eagle that's my roots motherf**ker
[03:38.319]It don't stop
[03:39.487]Straight to the top till the game lock
[03:42.199]You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
[03:44.867]Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
[03:47.458]Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
[03:50.349]The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
[03:52.892]Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
[03:55.357]Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
[03:57.985]That's why I stay charging
[03:59.636]You know we won't stop
[04:00.643]Now put your money where your mouth is anybody who doubt this
[04:03.068]Wherever you see the westside that's probably where the south is
[04:05.772]United like a gang truce khakis pants and house shoes
[04:08.212]But out in the Yay it's throwbacks beanies and bulletproof
[04:10.964]Spinners in their mouthpiece heat up and the old school
[04:13.961]Funk jump no questions asked ride like we supposed to
[04:16.481]Up in my city see the bridge and the fall
[04:18.615]Know where the place on earth to be than
[04:20.298]Where this real turn off
[04:21.419]I'm smashing off a side show but money must come first
[04:23.908]This ain't no overnight choice
[04:25.185]I'm been a hustler since birth
[04:26.632]They call me Mr. Kee the Latin boss
[04:28.489]Latin king Latin don
[04:29.950]Spitting like the Latin play trying to put his Latins on
[04:32.621]And they say money is the root of all evil
[04:34.694]But there ain't nothing in this world
[04:36.052]To make me cross up my people
[04:37.537]I swear to god I'll be a soldier till I'm six in the dirt
[04:40.141]My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words
[04:42.570]The hustler's theme
[04:43.462]It don't stop
[04:44.327]Straight to the top til the game lock
[04:46.207]You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
[04:48.903]Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
[04:51.593]Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
[04:54.291]The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
[04:56.978]Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
[04:59.340]Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
[05:02.216]That's why I stay charging
[05:03.560]You know we won't stop
文本歌词
Outro (Album Version) - Baby Bash/Butch Cassidy/Don Cisco/Nino Brown/Russell Lee/Mr. Kee
Written by:N. Perez/R. Atkins/D. Means/G. Flores/R. Bryant
Yeah
Hustler's theme
Worldwide
Come on
All money ain't good money
Stack your chips
Let it flip like some hood money
Cock them rims
Let'em spin on them haters man
And all the players
Worldwide do your thug thang
The hustler's theme
All money ain't good money
Stack your chips
Let it flip like some hood money
Cock them rims
Let'em spin on them haters man
And all the players
Worldwide do your thug thang
I take a slow beat
And spit a hard rap
Pobre I aingt retarded you know we off that off that
From the west my brother to the east
Back down
To the diggy dirty for sherzy
What the feezy
I take a slow beat
And spit a hard rap
Pobre I aingt retarded you know we off that
Off that
From the west my brother to the east
Back down
To the diggy dirty for sherzy
What the feezy
Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock
When it's just a limb from this money right in my pocket
Pimp
I know you smell it 'cause it's getting you naucious
'Cause the sh*t I'm laying on this track is
Brown as the Foxy's
I'm the done dealer
Don Dadda fresh out of Guatemala
Some say bash you the sh*t
In Spanish I'm the dada
It's the million dollar Mexi the mack
God he done bless me
Girls wanna caress me like I'm Elvis Presley
It don't stop
Straight to the top till the game lock
You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
That's why I stay charging you know we won't stop
This is for my heavy weighters
Pulling strings like elevators
Where my ops in full swing I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers
Seventy stories or more
Eventually the publicall
Know my story for show
Make a household
Name out of Don Cisco
Go from a hustler
Born and grind trying to find some dough
To the billion dollar
Boy club
Mexicali thug style
I got
Money to get back I'm fresh off the ** drought
FED's couldn't stop me head shots didn't pop me
Wouldn't lock never got me I'm the same player still cocky
Bossed out
Hopping out of the drought
Looking flossed out everything chopped even the crop
Believe I'm the don listen everything I'm breathing on
Represent west side till the rider in me's dead and gone
Me and bash do things
Butch Cassidy sing
Let 'em know it's all know the cash prestine
Come on
Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
I'm gonna do everything I can
And ain't nobody gonna stop my flow
You gonna hear me from coast to coast
But somebody's gonna make me mad
And I'm a take everything they have
So put it all in the past
And do it so quick so fast
All money ain't good money
Stack your chips
Let it flip like some hood money
Cock them rims
Let 'em spin on them haters man
And all the players
Worldwide do your thug thang
The hustler's theme
All money ain't good money
Stack your chips
Let it flip like some hood money
Cock them rims
Let 'em spin on them haters man
And all the players
Worldwide do your thug thang
Homeboy I got the grid locked
That good yatch gone breezes
And they serve rock
Some motherf**kers can't caught blocks
Trey hop
Roley bezel for you got swapped
You like spider monkey Nino Brown's sasquatch
Them little haters they be tickling me
Brush 'em off like the dust on my Stacy homie
Once again it's that motherf**king Mexican with attitude
Paid my dues
Steady grinding through the avenues
Dogder blue homie
The city that I represent
Los Scandulous city where my homies did
F**k a fed
Keep 'em Presidential stacked up
Hear what I said little soldiers getting taxed up
Back the f**k up move biotch
Get out the way
You know the set holmes
And my
A stomping
Walking in my big brown boots
Flossing
Stanking eagle that's my roots motherf**ker
It don't stop
Straight to the top till the game lock
You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
That's why I stay charging
You know we won't stop
Now put your money where your mouth is anybody who doubt this
Wherever you see the westside that's probably where the south is
United like a gang truce khakis pants and house shoes
But out in the Yay it's throwbacks beanies and bulletproof
Spinners in their mouthpiece heat up and the old school
Funk jump no questions asked ride like we supposed to
Up in my city see the bridge and the fall
Know where the place on earth to be than
Where this real turn off
I'm smashing off a side show but money must come first
This ain't no overnight choice
I'm been a hustler since birth
They call me Mr. Kee the Latin boss
Latin king Latin don
Spitting like the Latin play trying to put his Latins on
And they say money is the root of all evil
But there ain't nothing in this world
To make me cross up my people
I swear to god I'll be a soldier till I'm six in the dirt
My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words
The hustler's theme
It don't stop
Straight to the top til the game lock
You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
Stacking up my bread make me stand a little taller
Collecting my winnings without punching no glocks
The game's getting hard so I gotta get smarter
Watching out for cops 'cause my homies got knocked
Drought seas in our cheer but my pocket's ain't starving
That's why I stay charging
You know we won't stop