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Obie Trice( Obie Trice III )
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Hoodrats
Lyricist:Emile Haynie, Marshall Mathers, Louis Resto, Obie Trice
{I know that ain't my homie over there Keep sendin' pages to the motherfucker Well Obie! Is somebody callin' you? Nah, nah Obie! One ball All I'm sayin' is I don't even know the situation You know her? No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch Obie don't act like you can't see me Well she's callin' your name Turn around and look at me Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh Who is this bitch? What the fuck! Security! Security! Let me go! Come on ma'am Tanisha get my purse Get her outta here Get my purse! Get her the fuck outta here! Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch Get that bitch outta here man Obie! Obie! You know I'm havin' your babies They twins, one look just like you, let me go! And one of them look like your brother, okay let me go!}
My hood rat's fatal, they not stable, I could be at a dinner table With 'Union Gabrielle', fine as Hell, pierce in the naval Look at my rat like she act brand new, 'Hey boo, how are you?' Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room You see me with Pocahontas I ain't tryin' to be honorary, but honestly I ain't tryin' be bothered You got a brain, define honors in college You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic I'm tryin' to step my game up a notch bitch Your aim, the cock block on my plot, bitch She hot and your not, so stop, bitch Quit blowin' up my motherfuckin' spot, shit
How could you be here? Why don't you leave here I ain't tryin' to see you every time at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Your playin' me cheap here, tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go You's the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night hoe
They chase me, when they see me in the club Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin' mad Then they wanna brag and say 'Already had 'em' He ain't shit 'cause he rap for Mr. Mathers Plus Fifty Cent's like ten times better D 12 shouldn't of had him on they album That's what I get just for stabbin' them hoes They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes Ya'll knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho Just act like you never knew O, boo We still crew, we just the same Just not tonight, you don't know my name
How could you be here? Why don't you leave here? I ain't tryin' to see you every time at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know, how we get down on the low Your playin' me cheap here, tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go You's the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night hoe
Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin' When your chillin' with a chick, who a ten Let her know the situation at hand And tell the bitch go play with her friends This is for the model that your chillin' with, hood rats is often awful My advice keep your mouth on muffle Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle This is for the rats, go on with that Quit actin' like you smokin' that crack 'Cause he pokin' that chick, you ain't ownin' on shit Ain't no rings on that finger And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her
How could you be here? Why don't you leave here I ain't tryin' to see you every time at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Your playin' me cheap here, tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go Yous the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night hoe
That's right, ha, you see me at the club With a, with a look alike Halle motherfucker Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys You know me, don't say shit You know who I'm talking to, all my hood rat bitches Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta All ya'll, Straight, Obie Trice
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