Obie Trice - On & On lyrics

[Intro] Ha ha! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah! Aiyyo-yo, aiyyo-yo! Obie Trice, yo! Nuttin nice, yo! Where the f**, my n***az at Check check yo [Obie Trice] I had a vision to conquer the world with lyrical incisions on your brain And blow this rap game Introduce myself, the name's Obie Trice Caramel complected, stay the hell away from vice The fifth Spice, without a coochie Never had lucci, Coogi or Gucci Unruly, roll with n***az that be moody Talkin loud at the movies, checkin out your mom's booty Don't f** with cats that's fruity Pull out the toolie on a n***a with a irregular size dukey Sellin rocks to Pookie Got my pockets fat, so fat at times it gets spooky Makin moves with the uzi In a truck when I scoop up the cutie from a different hood that I be Raunchy, never drink Spumantie, it make me sick Drunk it once, farted, truthfully sh**ted Pitted, every time I piss for P.O. So THC remains in the urine flow [scratched samples by DJ Grouch] "On and on" "Obie Trice" "My rhymes could never be compared to yours" "On and on and on and on" "And on and on and on-on-on" "I was born to rip a.." - "Microphone" "On and on, on and on, on and on and on, on" [Obie Trice] I'm too much - the type of kid that'll take your car Burn out your clutch and really wouldn't give a f** A grunt, grudge holder, slug thrower Mean-mug ignore ya, I just feed you to the boa Bullsh**ter, when b**hes bossy over dick I tell 'em quit that, stand back, get off my sh** Thick lips, known for f**in titty bar tricks Nice size hips with a dozen of Ray Ray kids Runnin the block like Bébé Kids in Atlanta Hot! My temperature be Tony Montana Y'all n***az never smoke 'bama, speak with broken grammar And if you talk sh** I'ma slam ya [scratched samples by DJ Grouch] "On and on" "Obie Trice" "My rhymes could never be compared to yours" "I was born to rip a.." - "Microphone" "On and on and on, on" [Obie Trice] Backs out ya tweeters, stage dive, me and Colt Seavers Pullin out heaters on disbelievers Grow like a Chia Pettin all pussies non-poison, givin out gonorrhea You can find me here, in ya ink Open up notebooks and sink, deep between the sheets We'll meet, "mano y mano" Crack you with the 40-ounce bottle, until my style up full throttle Offend MC's, that's the motto Once I'm in this rap game ridin tracks, me in my Tahoe Shippin platinum, Obie the (Well Known a**hole) f** with it though, I guarantee a great a**et [scratched samples by DJ Grouch] "On and on" "Obie Trice" "Could never be compared to yours" "On and on and on and on" "On and on and on-on-on" "I was born to rip a.." - "Microphone" "On and on and on, on"