Obie Trice - Rap Name (remix) lyrics

(feat. Keith Murray) [Keith Murray] yo [Obie Trice] real name no gimmicks n***a O. Trice and Keith (that's right) My n***a speak (the most beautifullest sh** in the world) When two n***as meet and take it to the street O. rep the D And I Long Island iced tea when I roll with Keith (that's right) Squad unleash the heat whenever Obie roamin So that's two dicks you s** b**h whenever Gucci foamin I got a homin device on life I get there, leave you with my strife, your strifes O. Trice the name, just came to the game That's why I'm twenty-something on Kay Slay's tape But a n***a's great, hey I'm Shaaaaaday I'm astronomically bubonic with a treeeeeee (BLAOW!) My ebonic's like chronic with a waaaay I hold you down n***a here's your pound [Chorus: Obie Trice] I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just [wick wick] whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'f**ers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks f** an image, I'm in it because I live it I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just [wick wick] whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'f**ers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks f** an image, I'm in it because I live it [Keith Murray] yo, I get outrageous, bodacious, crazy Make a n***a a vegetable, mashed potatoes, and gravy Put a cork in it n***a, who the f** you think you're playin Snuff nose to your ribs, if you breathe I'm sprayin Tell the cops it's Keith Murray, real name no gimmicks Walk the streets with my dick out b**h I ain't timid I'm like Tyson in the house when I step in the club Bug, titties get fondled, a**es get rubbed See that n***a a** up with my wild style child I never get booed on stage like I'm Destiny's Child I'm too "Dirrty" for Christina, make Trina "Work It" Bird tracks when I rap, smell a rubber when I chirp it Come on doggy doggy, you ain't got nothing for me Put a gash in your neck about four inches deep Yeah, keep talkin like Murray don't get busy Hit you with this rum bottle and make yo a** dizzy dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy [Chorus: Obie Trice] I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just [wick wick] whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'f**ers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks f** an image, I'm in it because I live it I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just [wick wick] whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'f**ers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks f** an image, I'm in it because I live it [Keith Murray] Y'all okie doke n***as can't f** with the kid Crack your chest open, your back, and split your wig (what) Give your punk a** a nice face ma**age Now you don't want +No Drama+ like +Mary J. Blige+ [Obie Trice] Keith pop popped the garage, n***a that's the trunk Cuz I got a wee whip in there plus the pump Pumps for punks, whip all you sissies Two stroke you f*ggots (won't stop) stagnate you maggots [Keith Murray] I like a mix of ecstasy dust and purple haze Wild now but you shoulda saw me in my school days Yeah, I bring the funk like a bag of skunk And I pack sawed off shotguns for street punks [Obie Trice] n***as don't wanna see this animals bite down Cannibals spit out your ear Most y'all queer (f*ggots) Real over here Recognize psuedo, it's a new year Bud, wise, and beer [Chorus: Obie Trice] I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just [wick wick] whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'f**ers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks f** an image, I'm in it because I live it I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just [wick wick] whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'f**ers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks f** an image, I'm in it because I live it