Krayzie Bone: We Starvin'

aus dem Album: Thug Mentality 1999

Songtext:
E-40: Klebefolie mit Motiv

Krayzie Bone,

E-Fezie-fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What?


Krayzie and

Gangsta Boo:

It¡¦s the end of the world and still

niggas ain¡¦t got no satisfaction. [We can¡¦t get no . .

.]

It¡¦s the end of the world,

muthafuckas ain¡¦t got no satisfaction [satisfaction.]

We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man.

Nigga, man, niggas hate you. Fuck 'em, get your gun

and get ya cheese.

We got just a little time left. If I'm not

mistaken, the year is '99. But we don¡¦t really know

when we gon' die. Shit, most

niggas don¡¦t know how they still alive on this

unmerciful, wicked planet. If ya can¡¦t pay for your

life, you're gonna vanish,

vanish.


E-40:

You're lookin' at livin' proof--renovated,

condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof,

dirty dishes, no dishwasher

soap, no medical coverage, bad case of Strep

throat. Mama thinks she got arthritis. 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, and everyday it's a funeral. He was my

numero uno, but I can't bring him back. All I know is

he was stressin',

takin' anti-depressants. [What they do?] They found

him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac. And I'm so

withdrawalled, all I

could think about is revenge. Always check up,

always pullin' licks, and doin' dirty work for

dividends. He took the bullet for

me. I'm the one that really robbed

the place. Boy, I've been tryin' to paper-chase.


Krayzie and

Gangsta Boo:

We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man.

Nigga, man, niggas hate you. Fuck 'em, get your gun

and get ya cheese.

We got just a little time left. If I'm not

mistaken, the year is '99. But we don¡¦t really know

when we gon' die. Shit, most

niggas don¡¦t know how they still alive on this

unmerciful, wicked planet. If ya can¡¦t pay for your

life, you're gonna vanish,

vanish.


Gangsta

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's

gotta make it. I can¡¦t be takin' no losses. I'm the

bomb of the party, always askin', "Where are the

dollars?" Now I know you

hate me, 'cause I hooked up with Krayzie. Baby, I¡¦m

with whatever that pay me. Gangsta Boo be with it, be

with it, so what

the fuck? I¡¦ll see you at

the end of the year, so good luck!


Krayzie and

Gangsta Boo:

We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man.

Nigga, man, niggas hate you. Fuck 'em, get your gun

and get ya cheese.

We got just a lil' time left. If I'm not mistaken,

the year is '99. But we don¡¦t really know when we

gon' die. Shit, most niggas

don¡¦t know how to stay alive on this unmerciful,

wicked planet. If ya can¡¦t pay for your life, you're

gonna vanish, vanish.


Krayzie:

I made it, and I know it¡¦s almost over. Call in

the soldiers. Better be ready to bomb back on 'em.

Know your enemy's

position at all time--where they at and how much

power they hold and how many soldiers they got down

the road. But in the

meantime, you make your money. Even if you strike

it rich, you better hustle like you hungry for your

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 I 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 tryin' to

deny me a meal. I do what I gotta do, let's keep it

real for niggas in the hood upon the block. Let 'em

know they understood.

Buckin' shots, nigga, me 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 your

fate. You better

take advantage of your life while you can--get rich,

kick back, relax, spend your money, man. I'm all about

paper. Sorry, no

party tonight, the year is

1999--last year to get your money, right!


Krayzie and

Gangsta Boo:

We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man.

Nigga, man, niggas hate you. Fuck 'em, get your gun

and get ya cheese.

We got just a lil' time left. If I'm not mistaken,

the year is '99. But we don¡¦t really know when we

gon' die. Shit, most niggas

don¡¦t know how to stay alive on this unmerciful,

wicked planet. If ya can¡¦t pay for your life, you're

gonna vanish, vanish


E-40:

That's real. You undersmell me? Suckas do what they

can; playas 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. This how we fuckin'

they nose up--dig it

nigga? Yeah, paper chasin', nigga. Paper route

[paper route]. You undersmell me? We starvin'. You

undersmell me nigga?

Yeah, don't let the marbles control

you. Yeah, chest-high up in the marbles, nigga . . .