Dale, lúcete pa' no ignorarte Pa' mañana volver a llamarte Que sea yo el que tenga que ganarte Y grabarte para no olvidarte Ya te diré si más alante te llamaré (yeah-yeah) Repetiré si es que me gusta to' eso que probé (ahh) Sorpréndeme Haz una pose que

Yeah! It's Hussle in the house This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music Guns money and bitches that's the way that we do it First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on We come through daytime with the lights on Now hit the fast

There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that

Wah wah waah, wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah, wah wah wah They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around I was standin', I was standin' on the corner Of Rampart and Canal

I wanna swim in the wattershed I wanna listen to the flowerhead I lost a gallon and still I bled I keep on thinking I get ahead Pissed at all the disc jam Pissed about the 5-ham Pissed about the green state I miss it and I can't wait I stick it to the

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland

One more time we're gonna celebrate Oh yeah all right don't stop the dancing We're gonna celebrate One more time Celebrate and dance so free One more time Music's got me feeling so free Oh Yeah don't stop the dancing One more time you know I'm just

But underneath this there is a secret Instead of fussing and fighting Cheating but biting You and your girl things could be pretty Wonderful world, beautiful people Eh-yeah, wonderful world, beautiful people You and your girl, things could be pretty That

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends