We Starvin' Lyrics
| Song | We Starvin' |
| Artist | Krayzie Bone |
| Album | Thug Mentality 1999 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Botkin Jr., Devorzon ... | |
| (feat. E-40 & Gangsta Boo) | |
| [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 |
| zuo qu : Botkin Jr., Devorzon ... | |
| feat. E40 Gangsta Boo | |
| E40 | |
| 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 | |
| E40 | |
| 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' antidepressants | |
| 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 | |
| E40 | |
| 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 highup in the mobbers, nigga |
| zuò qǔ : Botkin Jr., Devorzon ... | |
| feat. E40 Gangsta Boo | |
| E40 | |
| 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 | |
| E40 | |
| 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' antidepressants | |
| 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 | |
| E40 | |
| 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 highup in the mobbers, nigga |
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