T.I. - Grand Hustle Kings Lyrics
Uncle Quincy they gon dig thishaha, hold up[Chorus]Alright people, I wanna see you dance if your type foreverget your hands up, say heyand shawty you’re looking goodcome here, let me see you danceget ya hands up[T.I]I got to the park, supercool, stupid hothe the freshest from his fitted down to the shoes and sockscan you wanna like it, could’nt care less if you do or notA reminder for those of you who forgethere’s the king partna’, ya aint bout to say a big deal I’m notfifty mill I got, double down why not177 Aston Martin cash and carry off the lotthey say money talk but listen Shorty cause I talk a lotincredible, my pockets and a cherry red dropyour money funny, big diamonds in the words red bossWe’re gonna be smoking the city when I come kicking come and witness8 hundred young women all here for Young fiflisten, if i really dig her, let her meet my uncle Quincycatch up with me suckers gonna need a solid month of?many moons will it take you baffoons, many goonspresents fill up any room, King back gimme room[Chorus][B.o.B]I told the World what I’m gon do, check the charts if you want proofnumber 1 and number 2, I’ll take the rest, don’t mind if I dopull my seat up to this table in the game, where’s my foodbut frankly, I accomplished what they said I’ll never door maybe you’ve been sleeping or snoozing on me beforeor possibly, blocking me from opening doorsand everybody surprised now3 years down the road, but where was everybodywhen albums wasn’t exposedwho cares if it aint faircause I mean?Bob on beast, Bob on blast, Bob is everything you sayits finesse, an expression, an emphasis on my nametalking record labels corporations this is entertainmenthere is what I meantthey be like “hey Bob try this”put on this shirt, put on these jeansput on this hat, that’d be the sh-trap it like that, sing it like thisyeah yeah yeahthat’ll be a hitwhats his name,?[Chorus][Young Dro]hey look, came on so hardyou don’t see the star in meDro, I can do anything, you don’t see the heart in mepressure becomes combustiblewheels squeezing the arteries of hatersplus my uncle is Quincy Jones so pardon meI like riding a may?when it come to money boy, we got that?looking bad as ever, mansion in the panamericawhy sick, I’m extravagant and cleverwill damage you, it’s whateverGrand Hustle KingsI wont get off the mic until that thing starts sizzlingblock you like a histaminethis is really historywatch ya old lady ‘fore I slip in with this hickorylike elmo y’all tickle mewhy I still be ripping beatsbacking fantastic, tell me that you’ve been listeningwhite on white, drop back jointT.I in a ride out2 of the best in the game, what you gotta decide about[Chorus]I didn’t quite understand the end of the chorus because there was too much going on. If you can understand it and fill in any gaps put them in the comments and I will update.
