[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, n***a! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my n***a!
Congratulations, another n***a out the hood!
I'll vouch for ya, lets go, n***a!
[Hook: Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice)
This is for my b**hes and my dogs
Gettin' that cheddar f** the law
Stay on ya feet and never crawl
STAY BOUT IT!
(This is for my n***as and my hoes)
(keep ya head up f** ya foes)
(get ya bread up to ya nose)
(Over Crowd It)
[Verse 1-Obie Trice]
My name is O and to the B-I-E
Trife life, entety
Envy me, injuries
n***as who pretend to be
Gangs-tah, n***a you's a fake-ah
Gettin' money maj-ah, n***a you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
Never stop gettin' paper though
All that 'cho, just waitin' on a ho
Gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A schools where asians go
Amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold
Now a n***a's on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate me hoes
Never would have fathomed that
Big lipped n***a from school Craft
Have access to the ma**es
Now they sweatin' them backstage pa**es
Try to give a n***a a**, cause I roll with a gangsa style
Where was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (b*atch!)
[Hook]
[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]
I am so alive! [Obie Trice-Gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man]
I am so high! [Obie Trice-You rollin' up that skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk]
And I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-sh**, I gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man]
And I am so high [Obie Trice-Liven up, then hit that ATL on'em]
[Verse 2-Stat Quo]
S-T-A-T-Q-U-O
With the awkward flow from the AT, do
Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hoes
Ridin' fled, by my grip
GMM, that's my clique
Fresh fit, new kicks
I'm the sh**, might see me wit
Yo b**h, on the strip
Super slick, hate on me eat a dick
Born to get plenty chips
Is he rich, damn right, every day
Every night, motherf**ers can't see me, bibi
I made this look so easy
Signed with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
Tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of bubbly
[Hook]
[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]
[Verse 3-Obie Trice]
Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on that okie-do
Dick up in they a** so them hoes know they gotta smoke
They know O, ain't for jokes, thats fo' sho
So they try to hold on, as long as possible like a rodeo
I mean that that dick do so much damage
That Obie's not that average, so you gotta pardon me, i'm so savage
Gotta lot of b**hes wantin' marrage
What b**h who? horse in a carrage
No b**h thats not obie's status
Gotta know my apparatus
Pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no lips
Strictly prophalactics inside these oversized mag-anums
When i'm dickin' down these actresses then
Cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they seein' him again
[Hook]
[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]
[Obie Trice-Liven Up To Get'em (echoed)]