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