This How We Eat 歌词
| 歌曲 | This How We Eat |
| 歌手 | Too Short |
| 专辑 | Chase the Cat |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Kokane, Morgan, Shaw ... | |
| Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know | |
| We make money, we eat, we feed | |
| Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts* | |
| Uhh, yeah, come on.. | |
| Uhh uhh, make some music.. | |
| Dogg House, you know.. $hort | |
| Dog peep game, come on | |
| I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets | |
| No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats | |
| Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up | |
| We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub | |
| Whattchu know about sellin dope... | |
| But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap | |
| Goldie Loc, | |
| Tray Deee, | |
| Too $hort, no doubt | |
| Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga [Too $hort] | |
| These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game | |
| O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch | |
| I'm the same | |
| Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name | |
| Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same | |
| Made thirteen albums in a row | |
| Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe | |
| It's so easy, if ya know how to get it | |
| You'll never be another broke-ass nigga [Chorus: Kokane] | |
| We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat | |
| Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat | |
| Cheerios [Tray Deee] | |
| Fuck a business suit, | |
| I'm out to where we juice | |
| Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot | |
| Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel | |
| Pushin Holt's high-heels when we bang the field | |
| With the heat out, jack the whole hood with | |
| G-clout Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out | |
| You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout | |
| Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out [Goldie Loc] | |
| I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang | |
| Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed | |
| Except, twelve-inch scars on my body | |
| What I mean by that, | |
| I was hit by some hotties (nigga) | |
| Call somebody, | |
| I'm layin in this motherfucker bloody | |
| It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money | |
| I was at the wrong place at the wrong time | |
| Paramedics don't know, | |
| I was a victim of the crime [talking] | |
| Just keep gettin that money mayne | |
| Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat [Chorus: Kokane] | |
| We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat | |
| Cheerios (Check it out) [$hort] | |
| Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick [$hort] | |
| Do yo' thang and get rich [TrayD] | |
| Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got [TrayD] | |
| You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot [$hort] | |
| Ask anybody; | |
| I stay paid [$hort] | |
| Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid [TrayD] | |
| Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe [TrayD] | |
| I break a bitch down then | |
| I'm off with the dough [$hort] | |
| I'm so hungry, | |
| I can't wait to eat [$hort] | |
| I ride brand new shit down the street [TrayD] | |
| Life is a game of chess, who plays the best [TrayD] is the last one that's laid to rest [$hort] | |
| I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard [$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar [TrayD] | |
| Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be [TrayD] | |
| If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see [TrayD] that's game [Chorus: Kokane] | |
| We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat | |
| Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat | |
| Cheerios [Big Tigger] | |
| Catch me headed out west, | |
| Impala drive | |
| And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?) | |
| Too $hort, | |
| Eastsidaz, and ya boy | |
| Big Tig It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big | |
| Wanted a Benz and a | |
| Lotus (what?) | |
| Whatever feels, sprayin | |
| Raid on the roaches | |
| I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?) | |
| Came home to it, then we flipped the notice | |
| Now we big crib livin, | |
| Rockland and non-stop with hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!) | |
| And it's just the beginnin (what?) | |
| Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin | |
| Big Tigger, | |
| Too $hort, drops it so mean | |
| That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens | |
| Three cars, three cribs and three bikes | |
| When I drop this hot shit, | |
| I'm gonna cop three plus three mics [talking] | |
| Y'all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight | |
| Too $hort, | |
| Eastsidaz, | |
| Big Tig... oh boy | |
| Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin the cat | |
| Chase that money, well unless you know | |
| The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga! | |
| Let's go, oh boy... |
| zuo ci : Davis, Kokane, Morgan, Shaw ... | |
| Definition gangsta, hustla, you know | |
| We make money, we eat, we feed | |
| Pay attention Beitch!! beat starts | |
| Uhh, yeah, come on.. | |
| Uhh uhh, make some music.. | |
| Dogg House, you know.. hort | |
| Dog peep game, come on | |
| I' m ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twentytweets | |
| No beerbelly fool, we get it all for eats | |
| Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up | |
| We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub | |
| Whattchu know about sellin dope... | |
| But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap | |
| Goldie Loc, | |
| Tray Deee, | |
| Too hort, no doubt | |
| Tell ' em how we eat and what we all about, nigga Too hort | |
| These hoes know what' s up, niggaz been havin game | |
| O. G.' s tell me real good, bitch | |
| I' m the same | |
| Motherfucker make ' em feel good, ya know my name | |
| Bitch, if ya still could, you' d do the same | |
| Made thirteen albums in a row | |
| Be like Too hort baby and pimp a hoe | |
| It' s so easy, if ya know how to get it | |
| You' ll never be another brokeass nigga Chorus: Kokane | |
| We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios Tray Deee | |
| Fuck a business suit, | |
| I' m out to where we juice | |
| Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot | |
| Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel | |
| Pushin Holt' s highheels when we bang the field | |
| With the heat out, jack the whole hood with | |
| Gclout Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out | |
| You ain' t got to ask what the fuck what we bout | |
| Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out Goldie Loc | |
| I used to be able to jump from the freethrow line and bang | |
| Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed | |
| Except, twelveinch scars on my body | |
| What I mean by that, | |
| I was hit by some hotties nigga | |
| Call somebody, | |
| I' m layin in this motherfucker bloody | |
| It wasn' t because of my shoes, clothes, or money | |
| I was at the wrong place at the wrong time | |
| Paramedics don' t know, | |
| I was a victim of the crime talking | |
| Just keep gettin that money mayne | |
| Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat Chorus: Kokane | |
| We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios Check it out hort | |
| Don' t be trick, you know these hoes so slick hort | |
| Do yo' thang and get rich TrayD | |
| Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got TrayD | |
| You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot hort | |
| Ask anybody | |
| I stay paid hort | |
| Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid TrayD | |
| Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe TrayD | |
| I break a bitch down then | |
| I' m off with the dough hort | |
| I' m so hungry, | |
| I can' t wait to eat hort | |
| I ride brand new shit down the street TrayD | |
| Life is a game of chess, who plays the best TrayD is the last one that' s laid to rest hort | |
| I know you wanna eat good it ain' t hard hort to be a real ghetto superstar TrayD | |
| Focus is the key if ya want it, it could be TrayD | |
| If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see TrayD that' s game Chorus: Kokane | |
| We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios Big Tigger | |
| Catch me headed out west, | |
| Impala drive | |
| And when they see balkin and be talkin bout ? | |
| Too hort, | |
| Eastsidaz, and ya boy | |
| Big Tig It' s on and poppin now, but we wattn' t always this big | |
| Wanted a Benz and a | |
| Lotus what? | |
| Whatever feels, sprayin | |
| Raid on the roaches | |
| I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless whattchu mean? | |
| Came home to it, then we flipped the notice | |
| Now we big crib livin, | |
| Rockland and nonstop with hot women, cop drops with rims that don' t stop spinnin whoo! | |
| And it' s just the beginnin what? | |
| Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin | |
| Big Tigger, | |
| Too hort, drops it so mean | |
| That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens | |
| Three cars, three cribs and three bikes | |
| When I drop this hot shit, | |
| I' m gonna cop three plus three mics talking | |
| Y' all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight | |
| Too hort, | |
| Eastsidaz, | |
| Big Tig... oh boy | |
| Album number 13 nigga, y' all better stop chasin the cat | |
| Chase that money, well unless you know | |
| The cat got money please believe it this how we eat nigga! | |
| Let' s go, oh boy... |
| zuò cí : Davis, Kokane, Morgan, Shaw ... | |
| Definition gangsta, hustla, you know | |
| We make money, we eat, we feed | |
| Pay attention Beitch!! beat starts | |
| Uhh, yeah, come on.. | |
| Uhh uhh, make some music.. | |
| Dogg House, you know.. hort | |
| Dog peep game, come on | |
| I' m ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twentytweets | |
| No beerbelly fool, we get it all for eats | |
| Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up | |
| We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub | |
| Whattchu know about sellin dope... | |
| But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap | |
| Goldie Loc, | |
| Tray Deee, | |
| Too hort, no doubt | |
| Tell ' em how we eat and what we all about, nigga Too hort | |
| These hoes know what' s up, niggaz been havin game | |
| O. G.' s tell me real good, bitch | |
| I' m the same | |
| Motherfucker make ' em feel good, ya know my name | |
| Bitch, if ya still could, you' d do the same | |
| Made thirteen albums in a row | |
| Be like Too hort baby and pimp a hoe | |
| It' s so easy, if ya know how to get it | |
| You' ll never be another brokeass nigga Chorus: Kokane | |
| We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios Tray Deee | |
| Fuck a business suit, | |
| I' m out to where we juice | |
| Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot | |
| Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel | |
| Pushin Holt' s highheels when we bang the field | |
| With the heat out, jack the whole hood with | |
| Gclout Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out | |
| You ain' t got to ask what the fuck what we bout | |
| Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out Goldie Loc | |
| I used to be able to jump from the freethrow line and bang | |
| Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed | |
| Except, twelveinch scars on my body | |
| What I mean by that, | |
| I was hit by some hotties nigga | |
| Call somebody, | |
| I' m layin in this motherfucker bloody | |
| It wasn' t because of my shoes, clothes, or money | |
| I was at the wrong place at the wrong time | |
| Paramedics don' t know, | |
| I was a victim of the crime talking | |
| Just keep gettin that money mayne | |
| Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat Chorus: Kokane | |
| We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios Check it out hort | |
| Don' t be trick, you know these hoes so slick hort | |
| Do yo' thang and get rich TrayD | |
| Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got TrayD | |
| You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot hort | |
| Ask anybody | |
| I stay paid hort | |
| Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid TrayD | |
| Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe TrayD | |
| I break a bitch down then | |
| I' m off with the dough hort | |
| I' m so hungry, | |
| I can' t wait to eat hort | |
| I ride brand new shit down the street TrayD | |
| Life is a game of chess, who plays the best TrayD is the last one that' s laid to rest hort | |
| I know you wanna eat good it ain' t hard hort to be a real ghetto superstar TrayD | |
| Focus is the key if ya want it, it could be TrayD | |
| If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see TrayD that' s game Chorus: Kokane | |
| We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios We got, topnotch hoes, y' all fools got crackhoes | |
| We eatin sirloin steak, y' all fools eat | |
| Cheerios Big Tigger | |
| Catch me headed out west, | |
| Impala drive | |
| And when they see balkin and be talkin bout ? | |
| Too hort, | |
| Eastsidaz, and ya boy | |
| Big Tig It' s on and poppin now, but we wattn' t always this big | |
| Wanted a Benz and a | |
| Lotus what? | |
| Whatever feels, sprayin | |
| Raid on the roaches | |
| I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless whattchu mean? | |
| Came home to it, then we flipped the notice | |
| Now we big crib livin, | |
| Rockland and nonstop with hot women, cop drops with rims that don' t stop spinnin whoo! | |
| And it' s just the beginnin what? | |
| Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin | |
| Big Tigger, | |
| Too hort, drops it so mean | |
| That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens | |
| Three cars, three cribs and three bikes | |
| When I drop this hot shit, | |
| I' m gonna cop three plus three mics talking | |
| Y' all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight | |
| Too hort, | |
| Eastsidaz, | |
| Big Tig... oh boy | |
| Album number 13 nigga, y' all better stop chasin the cat | |
| Chase that money, well unless you know | |
| The cat got money please believe it this how we eat nigga! | |
| Let' s go, oh boy... |
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