Got Hungry
MoSS production
Obie Trice
"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X]
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank
Young, didn't think, my life was great
Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates
Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)
While I'm on Section 8 (damn)
And my corner got about fifty ****** on the grind chasin the cake
So that route I can't go
Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe
But the thought still exists
I'm in my room gettin pissed
I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends
All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins
I gotta do something right now
Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out
Plus this titty bar *****, Hennessy, turns me out
Stuffin ones in her garter, got my **** harder
Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot
A big birth of rocks throwin up the ****in block
Just stop, no, that **** too hot to cop, so watch
Plus in the hood my name's not top notch
******'ll snitch or try to get me
Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy
In my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination
I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"
"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
"Like an animal"
"****, get low"
"Best eatin"
"React off instinct, digest weaklings"
"Let you ****** know"
"Got hungry"
"Takin mine"
"Gettin dust over here"
"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock"
"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yo, **** it I'll go outside and decide what's the deal
Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill
Ain't lovely
My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me
What up Black? I wave back, in fact
If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back
Attract all *****es in Cadillac on dishes
While I roll a Prism with the ****in engine light blinkin
You know you're stinkin
When the same gauge light on for months to cause another ****in
Complication
Life got me on a menstruation like a *****
Player hatin all these ****** flossin like they rich
I got the itch to dip right behind the bush
If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush
**** that, **** that, I'm not a thief
'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief
I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough
I'm tired of high class *****es tellin me - **** N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O
[Chorus]
Got HungryLRC歌词
MoSS production
Obie Trice
"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X]
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank
Young, didn't think, my life was great
Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates
Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)
While I'm on Section 8 (damn)
And my corner got about fifty ****** on the grind chasin the cake
So that route I can't go
Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe
But the thought still exists
I'm in my room gettin pissed
I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends
All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins
I gotta do something right now
Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out
Plus this titty bar *****, Hennessy, turns me out
Stuffin ones in her garter, got my **** harder
Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot
A big birth of rocks throwin up the ****in block
Just stop, no, that **** too hot to cop, so watch
Plus in the hood my name's not top notch
******'ll snitch or try to get me
Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy
In my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination
I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"
"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
"Like an animal"
"****, get low"
"Best eatin"
"React off instinct, digest weaklings"
"Let you ****** know"
"Got hungry"
"Takin mine"
"Gettin dust over here"
"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock"
"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yo, **** it I'll go outside and decide what's the deal
Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill
Ain't lovely
My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me
What up Black? I wave back, in fact
If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back
Attract all *****es in Cadillac on dishes
While I roll a Prism with the ****in engine light blinkin
You know you're stinkin
When the same gauge light on for months to cause another ****in
Complication
Life got me on a menstruation like a *****
Player hatin all these ****** flossin like they rich
I got the itch to dip right behind the bush
If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush
**** that, **** that, I'm not a thief
'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief
I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough
I'm tired of high class *****es tellin me - **** N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O
[Chorus]
