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DGK Video (MV)




Performed By: Jet Grover
Length: 3:18
Written by: Jet Grover




Jet Grover - DGK Lyrics




I got visions of vacations on golden islands
My phones' always locked my girl asking boy what you hiding
If she knew, it'll break her heart
But I can't run from me I'm a dog a heart, blame my father
I got the pussy well that's a bonus
I'm in it for celebrations and conversations, now we some grown men
A long way from some dirty ghetto kids who aint no one want to watch cause we some wild ass jits
So we all linked up in the hood
And repped our own shit like its all good in the wrong neighborhood Bang
Always ready for war
And never said a god damn thing when 12 knocking at the door
That's how we raised, rules of the block
Never love a hoe and trust a cop
That's how we raised nigga, rules of the block
Never love a hoe and trust a cop
Bang

And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)

Ok my dream is to have it all
The money and the health
The pussy and the cars
The fam and the knowledge
A girl who go to college
A clique who always finish shit, but never ever start it
You see my pops wasn't round to long he did his thing
But left some rules behind so he still raised a king
Never ask another man for a dollar, get ya own
And a dog gon be a dog so remember it's just a bone
Jealous eyes you see they envy when they see you on the throne
And do right when making moves cause your brother he's your clone
So keep the grass low, keep your eyes opened, keep your heart closed
Young man stay focused
Remain loyal to the ones that was there first
And your kindness that's gone always be your gift and your curse
Follow these rules, you gone be alright
And always remember you my nigga for life
And that's real

And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
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I got visions of vacations on golden islands
My phones' always locked my girl asking boy what you hiding
If she knew, it'll break her heart
But I can't run from me I'm a dog a heart, blame my father
I got the pussy well that's a bonus
I'm in it for celebrations and conversations, now we some grown men
A long way from some dirty ghetto kids who aint no one want to watch cause we some wild ass jits
So we all linked up in the hood
And repped our own shit like its all good in the wrong neighborhood Bang
Always ready for war
And never said a god damn thing when 12 knocking at the door
That's how we raised, rules of the block
Never love a hoe and trust a cop
That's how we raised nigga, rules of the block
Never love a hoe and trust a cop
Bang

And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)

Ok my dream is to have it all
The money and the health
The pussy and the cars
The fam and the knowledge
A girl who go to college
A clique who always finish shit, but never ever start it
You see my pops wasn't round to long he did his thing
But left some rules behind so he still raised a king
Never ask another man for a dollar, get ya own
And a dog gon be a dog so remember it's just a bone
Jealous eyes you see they envy when they see you on the throne
And do right when making moves cause your brother he's your clone
So keep the grass low, keep your eyes opened, keep your heart closed
Young man stay focused
Remain loyal to the ones that was there first
And your kindness that's gone always be your gift and your curse
Follow these rules, you gone be alright
And always remember you my nigga for life
And that's real

And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
And you can't knock the hustle (can't knock the hustle)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
No No No (No No No)
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