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

Go to the record store

Go to the record store and put records in my clothes

Go to the record store

Gotta walk out the record door past that record man

Go to the record store and put it in my clothes

and walk past that record man

Gotta have the sticky hands when your ass is broke

like me

Go to that record store, steal some records man

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

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

What the fuck is you gonna do?

What the fuck is you gonna do about it?

Nothing.

Push it, push it, push it

I'm a hustler baby

That's what my daddy's made me