Correction Lyrics Hussle in the House (Remix) by Nipsey Hussle

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Jay, I like this
What's up, Nipsey?
Red and blue make green
Streets of L.A., muthaf**ka!

Coming straight after n***as, a crazy motherf**ker named Jay Rock
I'm turned up, 'cause I'm from Bonnie on the Watts
Choppers on the block, choppers on the roof
Bustin' at the crooked cops, rippin' through the bulletproof
Los Angeles, welcome to the city zoo
Tigers, bears, lions, don't make me let 'em loose
I'm leaning off the Goose, smoking on some kush
Me and Nip Hussle off the bubble, California crooks
Got thesе n***as shook, what you scared for?
What, you never seen a B-dawg in thе low?
Getting dough like yeast, blocking off every street
Chunking up the set, and I'm fly as two-tone Caprice
The waters run deep, I guess I'm a shark
'Bout to rip the industry apart, play your part
I get left for dead, leave him on the curb
With a bullet in his head, that's how Jay Rock serves
It's just a cold heart session on my n***a Nipsey music
Money on the gang, six O's, we do it
You put them shines on, we take them shines home
Holla to the hood, let them get they grind on
Let them flags hang, n***a, (Streets of L.A Motherf**ker) we gettin' paid
Red and blue make green, see the game change
Yeah, we 'bout our money now
Yeah, we 'bout our money now

Player, I get bullet-proof love
All the doves love me (yeah!)
Hands down, I'm the realest n***a in the country (oh!)
Your arms too short, you lames can never touch me (nope!)
You really think I'm pu**y, oh yeah? Then come and f**k me
I'm rolling, this is my life, it's not a song (uh-huh!)
I really pack guns as long as my right arm
I'm a problem, can't solve 'em, gotta add 'em
Can't subtract some, man I'm wildin' and spazzin'
The smoke from the fifth (uh), the shells in the glass and (yeah)
They can only see my eyes from the mask and
All the way to Cali, what's poppin', my G?
I really run Brooklyn, nothing poppin' but me (yo)
Got weed on cakes, got killers and fo' green (yeah)
Platinum vision and Lamborghini dreams (yeah)
Hustle hard, n***a (hustle hard), we move like the Panthers
Black bandanas, you see us, we throw the flags up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's happening?
It's ya boy neighborhood Nip Hussle
Ayy, Maino, Pass that Patron, my n***a
Jay Rock, give me the weed, my n***a
(DJ Nik Bean, muthaf**ka!)

I got a bottle of the finest, I keep a bad b*t*h
A hunnid stacks stashed in the brown paper bag (uh)
Money in, I'm puttin' all my money in
Now let the bass crank big in your trunk, man
This swisha sweet, same color as my wood grain (smoke with me)
More money, and I'm puttin' all my money in

Look, It's Nip Hussle in the house, I'm 'bout my paper
Money is a b*t*h, then I'm a rapist 'cause I take it
It's funny n***as spit about the game like they a player
Ain't Shaq or Kobe so they just another Laker
Lot's changed since the N.W.A's
And the Dr. Dres went and made gangbanging famous
They got rich while my city on the same sh*t
That's why every bullet in my clip remain nameless
Chrome feet, leather seats, lyrically I'm ecstasy
Better than you ever, ask your b*t*h, I bet she feelin' me
First-class flight, land right where the cheddar be
Swag through the roof, it's up there where the weather be
Some n***as sell dope, rob banks and catch felonies
While others buy real estate, live up off that equity
The only difference is the gang
So, n***as, use your brain, Slauson boy, Nip Hussle is the name

I got a bottle of the finest, I keep a bad b*t*h
A hunnid stacks stashed in the brown paper bag (uh)
More money, and I'm gettin' on my money
And I'ma let the bass crank big in your trunk, man
This swisha sweet, same color as my wood grain (smoke with me)
More mo-ney, and I'm puttin' on my money and (West Coast!)

Shoutout to my cinematic peoples
Stripes, [?], my man Shawn, what it do?
Yeah, South Central state of mind
Dropping December '09
Cop it when they drop it

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