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WOO!Damn .. There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunkLet's hold down, sleep Where the bar at? (*crashing noise*) [Verse 1]Okay, okie dokey Obie's hereNo more focus here, bro's got a careerAnd I like your brassiere and there's a party in hereAnd I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's earShe erotic and it's hot, saw a Heineken beerPut her to the side and invite her to "Cheers"Pull up a chair, swear no dramaPrepare for a player, who workin with a MONSTER (*yelling*) I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the placeShut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy stateConcentrate, you will find that your bound to getBut we found what's fateWe can watch two incredible mates masterbateWhy settle and waitLet's escalate to the nearest Super 8and see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeksC'mon [Chorus] - 2XSo this is my favorite songNow sing along when the DJ throws it onAnd if I leave here tonight and I fall asleepAnd wake up, (*sound of water dropping*), hopefully she got some teeth[Verse 2]Okay holy moly derriereLook around the club booty everywhereShe caught me starinAnd my homies darin me to approach KarenShe's model material, but she got a venerealTons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cerealShe holla cause I got a lot of denerioThe DJ's playin Obie's song on the ster-eoAnd she's impaired and she wants to be headin homeWith the real thing not the dildo cloneAnd I know I don't wanna be headin homeWith some double D's full of siliconTen hoodrat chicks surround me outsideFound me outside, clown me outside'Til I flippled out and they found me outsideCussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!" [Chorus] [Verse 3]Okay rolie polies everywhere (*horse naying noise*) Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphereObesity's glarin and she got me fearinShe's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal (*crunching noise*)-ly, like a box of CherriosCarry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rollsI'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorderSo better cover up that blubber or I'll split (*feet running away noise*)And I ain't got time to playLet's investigate another place todayLadies less in weight and the dress they shapeDresses pettite, no window drapes [Obie Trice - talking]Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beansGot ya Opera and jeansSeems to me a little lean cuisineWouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch [Chorus] [talking]Haha, haha, haYou gotta have teach babyIt just wouldn't look rightLook, me big lips ..You no teeth, it wouldn't workYou know what I'm sayinHaha ha, yeahI'm feelin goodShady Record manObie TriceC'mon |
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What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us you're as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? [Verse 1 Dr. Dre] Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able To own their own label and give the game up Some niggaz came up, some just didn't That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back And that's when extortion happens You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be You deal with anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry It's best to be business with me than against me Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me This shit don't even piss me off I'm laughin all the way to the bank Watchin the satellite from a Bentley You niggaz don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin The media just feeds into these feuds Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule Talking bout h |
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