Obie Trice - Hell Yea lyrics

They say he lonely, he ain't got big homie He strayed from Interscope now they don't know me Only reason he succeeded was reverse E Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat But Slim and Dre's still in my DNA "Chka-chka Slim Shady" "Dr. Dre" They say he lonely, he ain't got big homie He strayed from Interscope now they don't know me Only reason he succeeded was reverse E Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat But Slim and Dre's still in my DNA Consume my body, found a trace of gangsta party But I don't give a f** in my artery It's BME but fam forever part of me [Chorus] I'ma have to go on without quote-unquote ("Hell yeah") You know the boy Trice dope Put a few of you n***az through high school Hyped ya IQ, average man into a psycho (Obie!) You know I got 'em big homie This ain't so long, I just had to own me BME 'til a n***a C.P. I'ma do it for the D ("Hell yeah") Yeah, it broke my heart seein Beans and Hova As a music listener I know who y'all vote for But everything black's not white, white's not black That's the music business for ya But as a consumer 'stead of you gettin a tumor You opt out for the obvious bloomer But the least obvious the one that'll do ya That's learned knowledge from comin up in the sewer And I ain't wreckin my cap to (Fuze) the gap I just want (Yoo-hoo), this is the music to adapt And if that ain't real rap Obie Trice need to fall back - f** that [Chorus] Through digi' design might lose my mind So the digits I make won't be a surprise Eyes wide open, Obie know you're fake You ain't gotta say a word, I can see through your make Wait 'til I get in hip-hop I'ma take Give it to the needy, he who appreciates No it's not the hustle But you gotta have some type of love for this culture I grew up to Muster up somethin for the folks who appreciate vocals 'Stead of them duds that make 'em roast you Who am I to coach as well? I'ma take a different approach, you n***az pound-sign, fail [Chorus] Ohhhh! bme! Obie Trice! Bottoms Up!