I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made menYeah, I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made mennI'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made menYeah, I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made mennI'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made menYeah, I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made mennIf I had the money to gonTo a record store I would, I, I wouldnIf I had the money to gonTo a record store I would, I, I wouldnnGo to the record storenGo to the record storenGo to the record storenPut the records in my clothesnnGo to the record storenGo to the record storen[Incomprehensible] recordnGo past that record mannnGo to a record storenPut it in my clothesnAnd walk past that record mannGot to have the sticky handsnnYour ass is brokenYour ass is brokenLike me, like mennGo to that record storenSteal some record, mannGo to that record storenSteal some records, mannnI'm telling you I'm brokenI'm telling you I'm brokenBut I'm surviving andnAnd I can copennYeah, I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made menYeah, I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made mennYeah, I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made menYeah, I'm a hustler, babynThat's what my daddy's made mennGotta do what you gotta donTo survivenGotta take what you gotta takenTo stay alivennGotta do what you gotta donTo survivenGotta make what you gotta makenTo stay alivennIt's 8 o' clocknAnd I got nothing to donCan't go to the clubnnSo I guess I'll go to the record storenVisit my record mannWith my sticky handsnnWalk out that record doornPut your records in my clothesnThe records in my clothesnnWhat the fuck is you gonna do?nWhat the fuck is you gonna donAbout it? NothingnnPush it, push it, push it, push itnPush it, push it, push it, push itnPush it, push it, push it, push itnPush it, push it, push it, push it