Yeah, I'm a hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
(x4)
If I had the money to go to a record store,
I would, I would, I would.
(x2)
Go to the record store
Go to the record store
Go to the record store and 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.
Gotta 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 record 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
(x4)
It's eight o'clock and I got nothing to do
Can't go to the club so I guess I'll 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
(x8)
I'm a hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
(x2)
Writer(s): James Ellis Ford, James Anthony Shaw, Charleen Jere Johnson
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