Verse 1
You know he rockin Lo when he come in through the door/
Gimme something to hold and the Chief gon' scroll up/
On his grind like Soca, flow go/ bon voyage no matter the time zona/ Bonafide I own a real oner, hunger still for a come up/ ill flows for summer, I'm still only runnin half speed/ Cavski the lab mad scientist, last of a breed thats dying/ but cast iron stiff-arm on a star they wish on/ but God gives vision through the Psalms/ so give alms to niggas and don't piss on those who got you richer/ just listen to your soul and it gon whisper/ this one for them niggas who got up on the mural of Ol' Dirty/ heres hoping you get fucked/ quit being a duck, cold turkey/ I slow cook it for duckets/ but I'm the hope for a hoop dreams of a sort, buckets/ cool kid of the bunch that fucked lady luck/ but a true king knows about the slums/ but makes his run to the chair, guns busts in the air uh/ continuously, til we "Get Money" yeah/ and much more, front door access/ one more big chance, "One More Chance" B.I.G./ guess you could say that your ghost was branded/ Little kids think Big Poppa is Fat Albert, albeit...
Politicians, get money
Most religions, get money
not many rappers, get money
These RAPerations, get money....
This compilation of remixes of songs from DJ Format & Abdominal’s “Still Hungry” runs from pounding boom-bap to elegant jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 28, 2017