I'm hungry for rock Ah, do it Hungry for rock I?m so ready to roll Hungry for rock Yes, I?m ready to roll Hungry for rock Oh, so hungry baby Oh, somebody
Übersetzung: Y \u0026amp; T. Hungry For Rock-.
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny Matter fact, man I'm a do anything for the dough N.Y.'s finest
Outlaw Immortalz baby Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani What y'all
t even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them
steal the flow, all y'all some hoes Shermed out, let's make some mo' money, I'm kinda hungry, it's all good, haters I don't wanna rock 'em if they study
cause I believe in me label, Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down Just for the love of money yeah, For the love of the wasteland Claire, For the
instrumental when I'm hungry The illest thing that ever hit pro tools, I'm 1-51 They just O'Doules, live by no rules No one's stoppin' me, they say Webby rocks
't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough for you to play me, it's cockamamie, you just ain't zany enough to rock
fuck punk If the butcher knife don't cut Then I buck, buck, buck [Mastamind] Watch me get 'em, watch me hunt 'em out and hit 'em I'm hungry for adam'
see don't be shy Don't hold it in baby just ride it out Don't worry 'bout the time Can't handle it? Then find the exit sign I need the rest of y'all to
about fake ass bitches Lying on yourself, you ain't ready for the world mama Beggin' every second money hungry, life drama Get your own stacks Why you think these niggaz pussy hungry
can't see him walking through the darkness) Like this y'all, like that y'all... c'mon, yeah (c'mon, no-o-o they can't see him walking through the
in the trees Lookin for some change Lookin for some brains Everything seemed too quiet as I walked down the block Until I got hit in the head with a rock Can't
high-er MO' fire, more Roc-a-wear attire MO' money, MO' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired MO' further for the Roc Empire, y'all won't serve us Y'ALL nervous
Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!) See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up Your album ain't out, cause
shoot, snap Polaroids Represent hip hop like Matlock, you just a court appoint Stayin true, I hold mics, that the Lord anoint Hungry for mil's/meals but won't
I pull my four four The cops ain't gettin in Got crack heads on me, watchin out for me Got these fiends to rock for me In return I break 'em off a piece
