Can't Knock The Hustle (Fool's Paradise Remix) Songtext / Lyric

Bounce. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha

Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Check, check






Yo, I'm makin short term goals, when the weather folds

just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold

Chilly with enough bail money to free a big willie

High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly

Shoppin sprees, copin three

Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes

bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha

50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me

Chrome socks beamin

Through my perephreal I see ya schemin

Stop dreamin, I leave your body steamin

Niggaz is fiendin, what's the meanin?

I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin

with the sound of my money machine-in

My cup runneth, over with hundreds

I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin

Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow

The Don Juan DeMarco; swear to God, don't get it fucked up



I'm takin out this time

to give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle)

Who do you think you are?

Baby one day you'll be a star



Last seen out of state where I drop my slang

I'm deep in the South kickin up top game

Bouncin on the highway switchin fo' lanes

Screamin through the sunroof - money ain't a thang

Your worst fear confirmed

Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm

Gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn

Why play with fire, burn

We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire

We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm

'til legs spread like germs

I got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes

and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows

What y'all don't know?



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle



But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy

cause that's the way you're makin me feel

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time

to knock the hustle for real



Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin, punchin the clock

My function is to make much and lay back munchin

Sippin Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch

Nothin to stop, un. .stoppable

Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew

I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado

My motto, stack rocks like Colorado

Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle

It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me

Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z

My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me

Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what

Straight bananas; can a nigga, see me?

Got the US Open, advantage Jigga

Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus

Le Tigre, son you're too eager

You ain't havin it? Good, me either

Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh?

At my arraignment, screamin

all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even

Thievin, as long as I'm breathin

Can't knock the way a nigga eatin - fuck you even!



I'm takin out this time

to give you a piece of my mind

Who do you think you are?

Baby one day you'll be a star

But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy

cause that's the way you're makin me feel

I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time

to knock the hustle for real