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Tytuł: We starvin

  • Wykonawca: Krayzie Bone
  • Wy¶wietleń: 229

  
   [E-40]
  Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
  And Gangsta Boo, what
  
  [Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
  It's the endin' of the world
  And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
  (We can't get no)
  It's the endin' of the world
  And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
  (Satisfaction)
  It's the endin' of the world
  And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
  (We can't get no)
  It's the endin' of the world
  Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction
  
  (Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo)
  We starvin' as we chase the paper
  Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
  Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
  We got, just a little time left (little time left)
  If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
  But we don't really know when we 'gone die
  But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
  On this, unmerciful wicked planet
  If you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)
  
  [E-40]
  You're lookin' at livin' proof
  Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
  Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
  Bad case of strep throat
  Mama's think she got arthiritis
  My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
  They say it's airborne
  We ain't got no street lights they all broken
  Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
  Everyday it's a funeral
  He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
  All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
  They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
  And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
  Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
  He took the bullet for me
  I'm the one that really robbed the place
  Though I've been tryna to paper chase
  
  Chorus
  
  [Gansgta Boo]
  I done grew up in the game baby
  Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame baby
  I'm still the same baby
  Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
  I'm the bomb at the party
  Always askin' "Where are the dollars?"
  Now Iknow you hate me
  Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
  I'm with whatever they pay me
  Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
  I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck
  
  Chorus
  
  [Krayzie Bone]
  I made it, and I know it's almost over
  Call in the soldiers
  Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
  Enemies position at all times
  Where they at, and how much power they hold
  And how many soldiers they got down to roll
  But in the meantime,
  You make your money, even if you strike it rich
  You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper
  These days only ways that pays can save you
  Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
  Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
  And grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag
  I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk it
  Now you can take your life and keep on walkin' (just keep on walkin)
  Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal
  I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
  For niggas in the hood up on the the block
  Let 'em know they understood
  Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
  So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
  This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die
  And anyway you go we won't make it
  No way, to shake, fake it
  Better take advantage of ya life while you can
  Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
  I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight
  The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right
  
  Chorus
  
  [E-40]
  That's real
  Ya undersmell me
  Suckers do what they can
  Players do what they want, dig it?
  Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk
  Yeah face it
  Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo
  Fuckin' they nose like this
  That's how we fuckin' they nose up
  Dig it nigga?
  Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route)
  You undersmell me? We starvin'
  You undersmell me nigga?
  Don't let the mobbers control you
  Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga