Hungry by Boss D and clu Lyrics
The year was 201 and I’s a lil junkie
What can a man do but wish fo some funky
I’s like “shit dude, I gotta feed myself
If I don’t do nutin' I'mma kill maself,”
So I told ma bow-tie to get the Mas’rati
We headed to the club to go get a party
I lit up some blow and shot some ice
I tried to act calm and play real nice
But ain’t nutin' can cure a cra’in' like this
Not e’en the sweetest angel’s lil kiss
Damn son I needed the shit
Not a lot baby girl, just a bit
I needed the taste of some sauce-red blood
And a couple bites of that Cali bud
Next day I called up my bro at the Bee
He asked for my text and a lil history
I told him the red, all the black ‘n blue
Brother, you know all that shit is true
He tells me ma ad is gon' be in the paper
It’s gon' ask for a hunk like ma man Draper
A guy not too young, I don’t like the skin
A man not too old, I don’t like the fins
But fuck it, I’ll take all I can get
But not a bro I’ve a’rdy met
A cou’le weeks later I got a call
An old-ass man by the name o’ Saul
He was done with life and wanted some fun
He had to taste his own white-trash bun
It wa’nt perfect but it would have to do
He came to ma crib and took off his shoes
I gave him some drugs and a ton o’ booze
His rod was the thing he was first to lose
I put it with some fat and cooked it up
I say “Fuckers, bitch what!”
But I left it for a lil too long
It tasted crunchy and lil too wrong
I couldn’t down that hard shit log
“Come get, ya dick, it’s for the dog.”
I sliced his ass into a hun’red bits
I don’t give a shit about them crits
But the fuzz on ma tail, I gotta bounce
Haters get ready for when I pounce
No one fucks with the big Bo$$ D
I’m a cold-blood killer mystery!
What can a man do but wish fo some funky
I’s like “shit dude, I gotta feed myself
If I don’t do nutin' I'mma kill maself,”
So I told ma bow-tie to get the Mas’rati
We headed to the club to go get a party
I lit up some blow and shot some ice
I tried to act calm and play real nice
But ain’t nutin' can cure a cra’in' like this
Not e’en the sweetest angel’s lil kiss
Damn son I needed the shit
Not a lot baby girl, just a bit
I needed the taste of some sauce-red blood
And a couple bites of that Cali bud
Next day I called up my bro at the Bee
He asked for my text and a lil history
I told him the red, all the black ‘n blue
Brother, you know all that shit is true
He tells me ma ad is gon' be in the paper
It’s gon' ask for a hunk like ma man Draper
A guy not too young, I don’t like the skin
A man not too old, I don’t like the fins
But fuck it, I’ll take all I can get
But not a bro I’ve a’rdy met
A cou’le weeks later I got a call
An old-ass man by the name o’ Saul
He was done with life and wanted some fun
He had to taste his own white-trash bun
It wa’nt perfect but it would have to do
He came to ma crib and took off his shoes
I gave him some drugs and a ton o’ booze
His rod was the thing he was first to lose
I put it with some fat and cooked it up
I say “Fuckers, bitch what!”
But I left it for a lil too long
It tasted crunchy and lil too wrong
I couldn’t down that hard shit log
“Come get, ya dick, it’s for the dog.”
I sliced his ass into a hun’red bits
I don’t give a shit about them crits
But the fuzz on ma tail, I gotta bounce
Haters get ready for when I pounce
No one fucks with the big Bo$$ D
I’m a cold-blood killer mystery!