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PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
E-40
Performer
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Performer
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Performer
Moe Green
Moe Green
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Composer
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Composer
Earl T Stevens
Earl T Stevens
Composer
Gregory Carter
Gregory Carter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jessie I. James
Jessie I. James
Producer
David Stokes
David Stokes
Producer
Matthew Furdge
Matthew Furdge
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All I know is hustle
All I know is Bubba
All I know is struggle
All I know is trouble
All I know is smuggle (Yeah)
All I know is double
[Verse 2]
Ain't nobody business but the town
All of the scales, it's digital underground
(Step up, step, step up, step up)
So you know I get around
But, I be right back like the cracks in the foundation
That's why we like what's crackin' and what's shakin' (What's shakin')
Bay slang birthed from the earthquakin'
And we bend, never break, fast everyday
Hungry tummy always for the biggest plate
And the shift right left like the wipers on the scraper
Though the rain' gon' come, why you hidin' under paper?
No seeds, rollin' trees with a looseleaf garden
Call a spade a ****, but this **** stayin' sharp enough
To break dirt, better know I've been about the soil
Cali been about the gold like Texas been about the oil
So slick when I slide through
Chick wanna ride too
Clique bonafide, homicide like the nine do
Mind been on I do
Married to the hustle, on fire like Pyro, no blood
Muscle on wide, I'm middle of the block like, what
Same white tee, still don't five a fuck
Same white teeth, same smile, still suck
Same white people sittin' with the game, fucked up
Set my day one's spittin' with the flame untucked
This the Bay, son you missin' what we sayin', dumb luck
[Verse 3]
Yo, uh
What you thought it was a game?
Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
Break a couple for you when you run into the gang
Don't be actin' brand new if you really wanna play
Bitch, welcome to the Bay
[Verse 4]
I don't got too many friends, huh
Many rob me of my intuition so I axe 'em
Playin my position, I got 20/20 vision
I don't listen if the pimpin' isn't part of how you flex
Got me feelin' extra, bless up
Three deep the car
Mobbin' about the monty
What I'm droppin is C-P-R
To push down on a couple of bodies
Who be claim to be speakin' hard
Ain't I see you wasn't around
Till I freed up a couple yards
Oh, you thought that was easy (Come on)
A lot of fakers caught the tape and then repeat me
I was in the scraper, pullin' favors for the capers
Puttin' cash on commissary for mother fuckers
Caught up in the danger at the precinct
Me think's we should body this, new flock of too cocky
Bourgeoisie, bitch lookin' hipster kids, passin' as rap shit
They seem far too popular, put in a couple shots
In their monikers, thinkin' they Gods
When they not even common carpenter's
Hollerin' hollow is top-notch telemarketers
Who got some top, not you talkin' tight as a tightrope
But, in in a crap game, he don't know how to dice though
[Verse 5]
What you thought it was a game? (Game)
Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way
Break a couple for you when you run into the gang
Don't be actin' brand new if you really wanna play
Bitch, welcome to the Bay
[Verse 6]
(Hold that write that down, one time, let me see)
All I know is hustle
All I know is Bubba
All I know is struggle
(Break that shit down, one time, let me see)
Break that shit down
All I know is trouble
All I know is smuggle
All I know is double
[Verse 7]
When I'm on first-class on the plane
People ask me what I do for a livin'
I tell them, "A little bit of this, little bit of that
Hustlin' and girittin', gettin' my money up
Pockets need a tummy tuck, my wallet
And my bank roll and my baller gut"
When I was young, I had a discussion with my street son
What did you talk about? Livin' and dyin'
What about your paper route?
Grittin' and grindin'
Clientele and klout, multiplyin'
Now I came in the game with a boomerang
Never sold pills, but I used to sell that there candy cane
Devils in heels, eleven five hundred, hair right
In the hood, once black folks
They're Caster oil cure everythin'
All kind of different trees, with all kind of different names
I use ocean soy on chicken shit to feed my strains
The hills out of Vallejo is the land I claim
I gave my brother Darnell some meal to buy a mustang
Back in 1985 when shit was live
We did what we had to do to survive
All the real one's gone in jail, or they done died
So it's up to me to teach them the ghetto game
Bitch
Written by: Daveed Diggs, Earl T Stevens, Gregory Carter, Rafael Casal
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