[talking in background]
[Obie Trice - talking]
WOO!
Damn ..
Thereīs a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
Iīm about to get drunk
Letīs hold down, sleep
Where the bar at?
[crashing noise]
[Verse 1]
Okay, okie dokey Obieīs here
No more focus, hoboīs got a career
And I like your brassiere and thereīs a party in here
And Iīm ready to talk naughty in Veronicaīs ear
She erotic and itīs hot, saw Heineken beer
Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers"
Pull up a chair, swear no drama
prepare player your workin with a MONSTER [yelling]
I ainīt got time to waste, letīs vacate the place
Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get
But we found whatīs fate
We can watch two incredible mates masterbate
Why settle and wait
Letīs escalate to the nearest Super 8
To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
Cīmon
[Chorus - 2X]
So this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, [sound of water dropping], hopefully she got some teeth
[Verse 2]
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homies darin me to approach Karen
Sheīs model material, but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathersī, baby bottles and cereal
She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio
The DJīs playin Obie song on the stereo
And sheīs impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I donīt wanna be headin home
With some double Dīs full of silicon
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
īTil I pop the trunk and they found me outside
Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Okay rolie polies everywhere [horse naying noise]
Gotta find a slim chickīs atmosphere
Obesityīs glarin and she got me fearin
Sheīs gonna come over here and try to eat me literal [crunching noise]
-ly, like a box of Cherrios
Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
Iīm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or Iīll split [feet running away noise]
And I ainīt got time to play
Letīs investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses pettite, no window drapes
[Obie Trice - talking]
Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans
Got ya Opera and jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldnīt hurt much, hot donīt touch
[Chorus]
[Outro - Obie Trice - talking]
Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teeth baby
It just wouldnīt look right
Look, me big lips ..
You no teeth, it wouldnīt work
You know what Iīm sayin
Haha ha, yeah
Iīm feelin good
Shady Record man
Obie Trice
Cīmon
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