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lirik lagu haystack – hustle & flow

on the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner
either other time 11 is irrelevant
and 7 is cr-ps, after you’ve established a point
a point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10

2’s, 3’s, and 12’s is only relevant on your first roll and they cr-ps
the money gone but the dice stay
just ‘cuz i taught you the game don’t mean you know how to play
and it d-mn sure don’t make you

i’m a hustla baby, i take chances everyday
i’m a gambler baby, how can i win if i don’t play
i’m a hustla baby, you either hustlin’ them or they hustlin’ you
i’m a gambler baby, i’m gon’ do what the old heads taught me

five hundred on the line and i’m looking for a 10
but i know exactly know how to find a b-tch again
i buck ’em off the table, a 4 and a 6
money up, money down, who gonna fade me tricks

came a 6 and what i left with, hush it
it’s a secret, hustlas don’t discuss it
brush the dust off my britches when the dice game finished
sometimes you gotta lose, man that just the business

i done left the rent to the dice game, the water and lights
my old lady bout to hoop and call it a night
my last two hundred, and i’m bout to let it ride

let ’em roll, came out a 4 and 5
my points 9, i’m working, 8, 10, i’m searchin’
well, here goes a 4 and a 5
well, a 6 and a 3 but either way it’s a 9

the sink in a drought and i’m tryin’ to survive
cable off, tv only picks up five
white sneakers, d-mn near look off-white
and i’m still using heavy starches, them sh-t is alright

my whole life i’d have trouble stayin’ focused
but i never gave up and never stopped copin’
pits in the yard, a bucket in the driveway
i’m gonna turn that b-tch into a new truck one day

someday, ‘cuz i’m gonna get out here and work until
i get a mil, f-ck the lotto and a record deal
it’s real, when you don’t even know when your gonna get your next meal
even though when you straight, you still feel like you on them x pills

can’t sit still, you pace back and forth
cross the floor until you can’t take no more
but i’ma be back, believe that, like my big homie e-mack
the m-th-f-ckin’ southside

i took sixteen zips of that mexican red
weighed my quarters at five, charged an arm and a leg
busted heads, this move dealt me a new hand
the eight i invested was now two grand

met a busta at a club and told him i was the man
met up with him, sold him a quarter ki of sand
a young dude, my mentality was like f-ck dude
we like some pit puppies fightin over dog food

in school, i sold candy a quarter a piece
i made my money off three and the rest was all me
in life i f-cked a couple of good connects up
so if you in the car with me keep ya heads up
worked so hard but couldn’t stack no bread up

finally said f-ck it ‘cuz i just got fed up
the money i owe you, you can chop that boss
because i don’t think you got the b-lls to come knock stak off

- lirik lagu haystack

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