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the game - hustlin' (championship anthem) lyrics

[hook: robin thicke]
keep on trying
you can never hold me down (you can’t hold me)
you can never hold me down (you can’t hold me)
you can never hold me down (you can’t hold me)
c, c, can’t hold me

[verse 1: game]
this is dope boy music, american dream
we let them choppers sing like that little n-gga dream
no auto-tune unless i’m tuning out the barrel
flying through ya borough, (red) camaro
i had ’em shook like colts on reggie bush
with that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push
i used to get my -ss whooped for listenin’ to spice 1
on the court, game point, fade away, nice one
same court where the fiends get they white from
hustle till the night come
crouch down low, with a pocket full of money
shooting dice in my white 1’s
roll another seven of the nike on my white 1’s
i had a jumper, plus i was pumpin’
moms and pops was both gangsters any drama i will slump ’em
how the f-ck you think i got the name game
same way them lakers got all of them f-cking rings, hustlin’

[bridge: robin thicke]
hustlin’ championship ring
hustlin’ metaphor street king
hustlin’ drop top, chain swing
hustlin’, hustlin’

[verse 2: game]
my moms worked the graveyard shift, she was bustin’ it
but i was at home, straight hustlin’
i had 2 brothers n-ggas didn’t f-ck with ’em
they was like, that’s our little brother don’t f-ck with him
they shot ’em both so, i was like f-ck it then
called up the homies “i’m ready, n-gga jump me in
hopped in the g-ride, same one the pump be in
i’m bout to do these n-ggas worse then columbians
and i ain’t hoppin’ out the car like tré did
i’m turnin’ off the lights and pullin’ up like “say kid”

[bridge]

[verse 3: game]
it was a cold day in 1996
fav bar? reasonable doubt over
before that day, we ain’t know sh-t about hova
he was talking cristal, and 4.6 rovers
but all we knew were 5.0s and toyotas
so, we took y’all swag y’all took our rags
the way i see it, it’s a fair exchange, why you mad?
son, yeah jay was one of my teachers
bumpin’ roc-a-fella but, couldn’t get a feature
was like, being underage and couldn’t get a beeper
missing sales cause the onions still stuck in my sneaker
tucking the street sweeper, dodgin’ the grim reaper
hit my block after 8 o’clock, i’ll make you a believer
we was movin’ white kid, the justin beiber
us and homeless shelters no different, we both feed ’em
playing john madden, smoking all my n-gga weed up
relaxin’ with my feet up, waiting for the re-up

[hook: robin thicke]
keep on trying
you can never hold me down
you can never hold me down (you can’t hold me)
you can never hold me down (you can’t hold me)
c, c, can’t hold me (x2)

[verse 4: game]
how i sell 10 million and stay hood, somebody holla at me
if i go to jail you n-gga ain’t gone throw a dolla at me
like my n-gga frog, threw his impala at me
like when i was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me
that’s why when i come through, she look like halle berry
i’m in this game by myself, solitary
every now and then, you my see me with a couple friends
same ones that was right there, when i had a couple ends
no f-ckin’ benz, no f-ckin’ house
just a f-ckin’ couch, so shut your f-ckin’ mouth
before i zip it up, say f-ck rap
f-ck interscope, take my contract and rip it up
aftermath’s bad boy, like big and puff
the giant can’t sleep cause n-ggas steady tryin’ to dig him up
and while you mother f-ckers waitin’ on toronto
i’m in the hood with pancho, stackin’ rajon rondo

[bridge: robin thicke]
hustlin’ championship rings
hustlin’ metaphor street king
hustlin’

[game]
and while you motherf-ckers waitin on toronto
i’m in the hood with pancho, stackin’ rajon rondo

[hook]

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