Intro:(Master P)
Ha hah
Master P
Silkk in this bitch
This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood nigga)
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
It's nineteen ninety scrilla bitch I'm up to no good
And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)
By selling the motherfuckin lemonade
Chorus:(Master P Silkk Da Shocker)
Everyday all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Verse 1: (Master P, Silkk Da Shocker)
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and Louis, nigga that's my designer
Stone age slangin, space age hustlin
Sendin fiends to da moon, me and Silkk just ghetto hustlin
Ya'll oughta know, ya'll must be off some dumb shit
Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, nigga, back out the back route
I stacks trip til I trip, pop the clip when I smash out
Puttin in work for some pamper money
Sellin fiends them gummies, mouths full of fifties and hundreds
But ain't stoppin til I fall on my knees
And be up the next day wit ghetto cheeze
Servin fiends dem double-ups and bubble ups
And meet me at the front of the block, nigga to get some bubble up
Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Pullin all nighters, I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Verse 2: (Silkk Da Shocker)
I flip D like a light switch
Games short like a spike, bitch
You ain't got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight bitch
Welcome my son to your very first day
So proud to be the one who brought you this way
I love you with all my heart
And my love is here to stay
But I can't help worrying will you eventually smoke weed?
Soon enough you'll be walking
You and me hand in hand
The silly words you'll be talkin'
Only daddy can understand
We'll go out making snowmen
Building castles in the sand
And all the time I'm thinking, will this kid end up smoking' weed?
But time keeps on going
And you keep on growin'
You're now six years old
You're getting so good at your spellin'
But my mind is always dwellin'
On the fact that you could be the kind of guy
Who grows up and needs to smoke weed on the couch
All the time
All the time
So answer me this while you're lying in your little bed
Why must you insist on bein' such a fuckin' pothead?
There's other things in life
That can make you feel good
But you just keep on smoking' your herb
You can't get enough of your precious, precious reefer
Where you getting all this money
To buy so much Hawaiian dope?