Hungry
Common"Hungry" is a song by Common, released in 1997 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:28 long and contains 60 lines and 449 words.
Lyrics
0:02Don't want none of this
0:04Niggaz know they can't f**k with this
0:07Turn this sh*t up just a little more
0:10To your f**king fan
0:12I walk the night in rhymin armor bomb
0:14A n**ga like a winter coat
0:15Have him on death row searchin for an interscope
0:18Yet I sparkle like irene cara
0:20Symbolize d**e like sirens do terror
0:23Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
0:25Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
0:28Players is gettin traded
0:30I drop a gem off them who's style is jaded
0:32My juice is grated
0:33Sh*t is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related
0:36On philosopher's rink of thought I've skated with precision
0:39Crews is gettin split like decisions
0:41Com will let it ride in collision
0:43Vision like colleco or tele I battle stars in stellar
0:47Regions my thought scheme was my like my offspring
0:49Now it's teethin
0:50My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
0:52Season of mind body and regions divine
0:54In mom's cookouts I'm leavin the swine
0:56Verbal vegeterian squashed beef with ice cube
0:59Came in this rap life nude
1:00Now I'm fully clothed with flows
1:02You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
1:05Old niggaz I expose like luke does hoes in videos
1:08With classic material imperial and rugged like
1:11Got mag but my slugs a mic
1:13You fake like a smile like a hug I'm tight
1:15Skip ladies this is rip a muthaf**ka night
1:18Oracle arouse niggaz don't even run for cover right
1:21Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
1:24I breathe heavy like an old man
1:25With a cold can of old style
1:27Hold a stone isle profile
1:29Mix between malcolm x and sef when I go wild
1:31Hold mics like a second nut until the second cominm'm'
1:34Hummin cominm'm' towards you with power like forest do
1:37Hip hop you my b**ch and like a ford I'm explorin you
1:39So wack niggaz be cool with them I stay cordial
1:42Flowin room temperature cats is presumed miniature
1:44Like golf soft like tiger woods
1:46And real n**ga angles
1:47I've stood with ways that's geometric
1:49Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to set it
1:52I levitate to the occasion lounge like a lyricist
1:55Rhyme wise you a rest haven
1:57You sat by the door spooked like I was wes craven
2:00You need to do more deletin and less savin
2:02A praise in hell raisin heaven
2:04Like the bill on my pager leavens
2:06What you should have known from day one
2:07You will on day seven seven seven seven
2:10Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
2:16Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
2:21Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
2:28Junkie in the city
Don't want none of this Niggaz know they can't f**k with this Turn this sh*t up just a little more To your f**king fan I walk the night in rhymin armor bomb A n**ga like a winter coat Have him on death row searchin for an interscope Yet I sparkle like irene cara Symbolize d**e like sirens do terror Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it Players is gettin traded I drop a gem off them who's style is jaded My juice is grated Sh*t is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related On philosopher's rink of thought I've skated with precision Crews is gettin split like decisions Com will let it ride in collision Vision like colleco or tele I battle stars in stellar Regions my thought scheme was my like my offspring Now it's teethin My reason of rhyme applies to season and time Season of mind body and regions divine In mom's cookouts I'm leavin the swine Verbal vegeterian squashed beef with ice cube Came in this rap life nude Now I'm fully clothed with flows You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes Old niggaz I expose like luke does hoes in videos With classic material imperial and rugged like Got mag but my slugs a mic You fake like a smile like a hug I'm tight Skip ladies this is rip a muthaf**ka night Oracle arouse niggaz don't even run for cover right Downtown interracial lovers hold hands I breathe heavy like an old man With a cold can of old style Hold a stone isle profile Mix between malcolm x and sef when I go wild Hold mics like a second nut until the second cominm'm' Hummin cominm'm' towards you with power like forest do Hip hop you my b**ch and like a ford I'm explorin you So wack niggaz be cool with them I stay cordial Flowin room temperature cats is presumed miniature Like golf soft like tiger woods And real n**ga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to set it I levitate to the occasion lounge like a lyricist Rhyme wise you a rest haven You sat by the door spooked like I was wes craven You need to do more deletin and less savin A praise in hell raisin heaven Like the bill on my pager leavens What you should have known from day one You will on day seven seven seven seven Hungry hip hop junkie in the city Hungry hip hop junkie in the city Hungry hip hop junkie in the city Junkie in the city
Translation
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