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Return of the Hustla'
Artist(s): St. John

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Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap


Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, California, Chill, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Girls, Guns, Hustler, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Smooth, Sneaky, Street, Strip Club, Urban, Vibe, West Coast


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer


BPM:
90


Key:
F♯m


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Return of the Hustla'

RETURN OF THE HUSTLA

CHORUS
Back on the street back holdin' heat
Back rollin deep claiming 213
It's the return of the hustla

VERSE 1
Time to shuffle my steps as I shuffle the deck
I could inspect get rep or just pop pop with the TEK
In the soft top I forget did you plan to get wet
Did ya wanna throw ya set up on sunset in the 'vette
When I happened to jet step pop you cant forget
With ya last breath last scream caught up in ya chest
What they didn't tell ya this is the wild wild west
Never smoke stress only chronic up in this
They'll put ya to the test hustla gangsta flip bricks
Doin' dirty ish at the hit of a switch caught up in the mix
Now ya doin 2 to 6 what happened to the clique?

CHORUS

VERSE 2
Now its time to smoke reflect get checks and some respect
By the same fools wanted you hangin by the neck
Now its kiss kiss and pound pound the sound comin'
From every speaker every truck in every town
The sound gets drowned out the moment you found out
The snakes in the grass made a pass for your cash
In a suit and a moustache it's the same game different name
Gotta be a hustla every single buster gets turned into dust
I don't trust much people I see evil it sucks out ya soul
In the whole wide world ya know and im ready to blow
Sky high head to toe I feel it and peel it back skin contact
With the gat strapped ready to scrap im an attack cat
Catch that fever head to the receiver messages come in
Like the vestiges of an age old sedative meditative

CHORUS



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