Song Description

DO your thang, & don't let anybody tell you what you can and can't do!

Lyrics

?Get Cha? hustle On! by Christian Abrokwah (Thaahum)

Copywrite 2003
Verse 1

I think so far out the box, I scare ?em.
Type a nigga say something leave tempers flaring,
Impair ?em. To tunneled eyes, I?m daring.
Shake they head in disgust, and say, ?How dare him!?
?How can he say that, in here we don?t play that,?
?They give us the rules and we obey that,?
?These people did what, Jesus ain?t your savior?!?
In the name of Abrokwah I modify behavior!
Dark forces don?t want me around,
I raise people so high, they tear fortresses down.
Enforcing it now. A matrix were lyrics is guns,
Only thing with me and Neo?s that I know I?m the one.
Tag-A-Long, it?s a bumpy ride get your saddle on.
Battle?s on! New West Coast Padawon,
Creating nations like Doro, exploring like Dora every minute.
Until we finally say ?We Did It!?

CHORUS
My real live niggas, you got to get yo hustle on
Jus? keep on grindin? and get what you can for it?s gone
Leap all them haters, who day don?t to this or do that.
Fuck what the rest say, jus? put yo? own self on the map.
Verse 2

Never fail y?all, this time I?m a sell y?all,
Before niggas heard my shit and was like ?HELL NAW!?
?You think too advance, that ain?t in demand,?
?All I want to do herreee is shake my ass and dance.?
Now I come hidden, discrete, and, unexpected.
?Cause they don?t want you to sell truth, but sell records,
It?s hectic, but that way ?cause we let it get infected,
Now the art is disrespected.
The test is clean all the stuff they pollute,
With a hot song and still be true to the roots.
Think it?s regular? It?s really on some other shit.
Pull you with the same game I got my baby mothers with.
They hate this nigga, but I?m good with the kids though,
They say ?he ain?t all that, his ego too big yo!?
?He?s an asshole, but we liked the dick though.?
That West Coast Ghana shit turn ?em into nymphos!
Refreshing like Mentos, stop hating on thick flows,
Annoying to the game like Erkel to the Winslows.
Ain?t a blingy dresser with ice on my arm
Just a nerdy ass nigga with the right kind of charm (haha).

Verse 3

Breathing again, this just a means to an end,
Some of you don?t even see to the end.
I stay focused and keep with the wind,
No matter what season it?s in.
This is life and I?m breathing it in.
Know what?s first, hustling putting in work.
Image ain?t shit, I?m obeying the thirst,
But my children?s thirst comes before y?alls.
So when I put the underground shit on pause,
Don?t panic, rap ain?t headed for doom,
Give it time, I?ll be replaying it soon.
Patiently wait, I?ll put it back in it?s place.
It?s all just part of the plan, at any rate,
I?m a leave earth with a legacy great.
?Kaybaw? and ?Teph? a take the place on ?Make the Band 48,?
Saying I like these one?s ok, I they blessed it,
But the others other?s don?t work for Keneteph-Get the packing!