Hawaii Off Your Shoulder
G3RSt Lyrics

If you feelin like a pimp nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too
 go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby don't forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go with the Porsche feelin’ no remorse
Feelin’ like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law nigga
Grippin’ my balls
Said the ladies they love me
From the bleachers they screamin’
All the ballers is bouncin’ they like
The way I be leanin’
All the rappers be hatin’
Off the track that I'm makin’
But all the hustlers they love it
Just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom
To the top of the pops nigga London
Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man
I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga ‘cause
I'm straight with the Roc

'Cause it's a bittersweet…symphony this life
(If you feelin like a pimp nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off)
(Ladies is pimps too
Go and brush your shoulders off)



Trying to make ends meet
You’re a slave to money then you die

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

Your homey Hov' in position
In the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch
Tryin’ to get me a Rover
Tryin’ to stretch out the
Coca, like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the heckler close you know
Them smokers'll test ya, but like
Fifty-two cards when I'm
I'm through dealin’, now
Fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now fifty-two cars roll out
Remove ceiling in case
Fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin’
With a boss bitch of course SC on the sleeve
At the 40 40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans
Plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels
I'm a grown-up for real

You know I can’t change, I can't change
I can't change
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from
One day to the next
I can't change my mold, no
No, no, no, no, no, no

Your boy back in the building
Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in
The back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it
I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em
Niggas scared of that black
I drop that Black…Album then I back…out it
As the best rapper alive, nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, grams to Grammy’s
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay
For sellin’ out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder
Could you brush it off for me?

You know I can’t change, I
Can't change, I can't change, i can't change
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from
One day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no