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  • Текст песни Krayzie Bone F/ E-40, Gangsta Boo - We Starvin'



    [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