Hustler (Club Version)
I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
If I had the money to go to a record store
I would, I-I would
If I had the money to go to a record store
I would, I-I would
Go, to the record store
Go to the record store
(Go to the record store)
(Put records in my clothes)
Go, to the record store
Go to the record store
(Gotta walk out the record door)
(Past that record man)
Go to a record store
And put it in my clothes
And walk past that record man
Got to have the sticky hands
When your ass is broke
When your ass is broke like me
Like me
Go to that record store
Steal some record man
Go to that record store
Steal some records man
I'm telling you I'm broke
I'm telling you I'm broke
But I'm surviving and I can cope
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddys made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Gotta do what you gotta do
To survive
Gotta take what you gotta take
To stay alive
Gotta do what you gotta do
To survive
Gotta take what you gotta take
To stay alive
It's 8 o'clock
And I got nothing to do
Can't go to the club
So I guess I go to the record store
Visit my record man
With my sticky hands
Walk out that record door
With the records in my clothes
The records in my clothes
What the fuck is you gonna do?
What the fuck is you gonna do about it?
Nothing
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
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Push it, push it, push it, push it
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Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child...
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
If I had the money to go to a record store
I would, I-I would
If I had the money to go to a record store
I would, I-I would
Go, to the record store
Go to the record store
(Go to the record store)
(Put records in my clothes)
Go, to the record store
Go to the record store
(Gotta walk out the record door)
(Past that record man)
Go to a record store
And put it in my clothes
And walk past that record man
Got to have the sticky hands
When your ass is broke
When your ass is broke like me
Like me
Go to that record store
Steal some record man
Go to that record store
Steal some records man
I'm telling you I'm broke
I'm telling you I'm broke
But I'm surviving and I can cope
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddys made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Gotta do what you gotta do
To survive
Gotta take what you gotta take
To stay alive
Gotta do what you gotta do
To survive
Gotta take what you gotta take
To stay alive
It's 8 o'clock
And I got nothing to do
Can't go to the club
So I guess I go to the record store
Visit my record man
With my sticky hands
Walk out that record door
With the records in my clothes
The records in my clothes
What the fuck is you gonna do?
What the fuck is you gonna do about it?
Nothing
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child
I'm wild, I'm wild
Yeah like my mother's child...
Credits
Writer(s): James Ellis Ford, James Anthony Shaw, Charleen Jere Johnson
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- Re-Murmurations
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- Hey Sister (Jas Shaw Remixes)
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- Caught in a Wave (feat. The Deep Throat Choir) [Jas Shaw Remixes]
- Caught in a Wave (Jas Shaw Remixes)
- We Go (feat. The Deep Throat Choir)
- We Go + three live recordings
- Murmurations
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