Timbaland - Hungry lyrics

Aha, 2000, Bubba Sparxxx, yeah, 2000 baby Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry How you figure you gon straighten the beef if y'all boys ain't hungry sh**, you couldn't relate to Bubba K if we shared the same blood That's why I keep you guessin like manics change up Flame up for my peers who done walk with me for years Through this pissiness then rain, we gon be ballin when it clears In the mall workin the seers tryin to get my ? to ? I swore to tell the truth, though it may offend them itty-bitty weak-minded crabs Who gon keep tryna stab And Bubba with that side talk, that make me think that I ought to ? with ? Glock, and run up in their spot f** that money in your safe, I want them munchies off the top Folk that's hungry off this block and they countin on me to feed em Got a car load of chickens and we bout to go home and eat em I'm cravin everything from cabbage chips to cheese Cos it's that feeling in my stomach got me takin trips for keys From Athens to Belize, whatever for my nutrition I'll even turn cannibal if it takes that for you to live Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry How you figure you gon straighten the beef if y'all boys ain't hungry I been seekin for a deal for years and for real I'm still hungry They say that country folk can't do it but we will cos we hungry Man that first verse ain't fill me up, it's like I gotta take worm I'm eatin lettuce and ? nuggets and just ? that take turn It's that flake that hate burn Live by y'all who can't learn Why it hurts to see them with them platinum plates they ain't earn I'm lickin this cool whip munchin on a few chips Fittin a snack on this broad I thought I'd never fool with Duddy the chef throw out that kick, heat up that snare Season that tip, I rhymin with a reason to spit We leavin the sh** financially and physically slick You'll never see me undernourished cos I'm lyrically fit Like grillin this sh** when it comes to verses of hunger I'm rappin this for happiness and polo shirts for the summer, yeah It hurts me to wonder if you can me can leave with each other You might not like my cookin now but I'm gon teach you to love it I speak to you in public, the pride, the salory calories I don't know when your turn gon come But it have to be after me Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry (get it up, what) How you figure you gon straighten the beef if y'all boys ain't hungry (ah, ah, ah) I been seekin for a deal for years and for real I'm still hungry (aha, what) They say that country folk can't do it but we will cos we hungry (yeah, yeah) I got a tape full of songs, wylin with five ones Waitin on the deal to come cos my plate full of crumbs It's so hard through them bright nights sleep on dark days And these crackers livin good that ain't what my stomach say I got a tape full of songs, wylin with five ones Waitin on the deal to come cos my plate full of crumbs It's so hard through them bright nights sleep on dark days And these crackers livin good that ain't what my stomach say Man I came up in the grains with Jen and Steve And every meal I ate consisted of some bread and cheese I'm bet to believe y'all ain't scared to eat after me But if you don't want what's left of this, well then feed after me You want me to leave the charts toward this buffet then just say Bubba it's feedin time and I'll sharpen these teeth of mine And devour this filthy slop that they fed us from the start I thank the Lord for daily bread and plus for blessing you with Sparxxx Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry (uh, uh) How you figure you gon straighten the beef if y'all boys ain't hungry I been seekin for a deal for years and for real I'm still hungry (yeah, ah, what) They say that country folk can't do it but we will cos we hungry (c'mon, c'mon) Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry (get it up, get it up what) How you figure you gon straighten the beef if y'all boys ain't hungry I been seekin for a deal for years and for real I'm still hungry (wh-what) They say that country folk can't do it but we will cos we hungry (ah, ah, ah, ah) Yeah, Duddy Ken, Bubba Sparxxx, nonsense Underground south collabo, yeah, 2000 baby