Idioma Origen:
[Intro - Obie talking]
Yeah! [echo], uh
Let ya´ll niggaz know me
Yeah, WOO!
[Verse 1]
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Big lips, popped out placenta
Momma ain´t breastfeed, had no pop neither
Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie
Elementary homie that´s how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
Fuck niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
That´s what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Split a motherfucker´s shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I´m curious
Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry
Allowance, nigga that ain´t man shit
Cowards, nigga that ain´t man shit
I had to prove to myself
How these niggaz same age as me calculatin this wealth
So I got me a clique and niggaz what?
Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"
[Chorus - 2X]
Follow my life, homie from start ´til now
Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all this shit that I done put her through
I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers
[Skit - Obie talking]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with
[Verse 2]
Summer ´94, I´m gettin a little dough
Taller than my momma, so I´m listenin to her nose
I´m listenin to them hoes scream "O!"
And I´m listenin to them O´s go CHOP!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin cline
I´m so involved with the grind, I´m losin my mind
Fuck a steady job, I´m tryin
I steady mob, I´m dyin in this game, I ain´t lyin
Sellin so much coke forgettin it´s a crime
Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Give a fuck about the radar on me [police sirens]
Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?
[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.´s ? Poppa plays in background]
[Cop] - Get off the god damn truck!
[Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain´t did shit
[Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air!
[Obie Trice] - Bitch!
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro - Obie talking (echo)]
Yeah, all my of life
Only my momma know
Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it´s crazy, motherfuckers
Idioma Destino:
[Intro - Obie talking]
Yeah! [echo], uh
Let ya´ll niggaz know me
Yeah, WOO!
[Verse 1]
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Big lips, popped out placenta
Momma ain´t breastfeed, had no pop neither
Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie
Elementary homie that´s how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
Fuck niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
That´s what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Split a motherfucker´s shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I´m curious
Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry
Allowance, nigga that ain´t man shit
Cowards, nigga that ain´t man shit
I had to prove to myself
How these niggaz same age as me calculatin this wealth
So I got me a clique and niggaz what?
Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"
[Chorus - 2X]
Follow my life, homie from start ´til now
Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all this shit that I done put her through
I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers
[Skit - Obie talking]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with
[Verse 2]
Summer ´94, I´m gettin a little dough
Taller than my momma, so I´m listenin to her nose
I´m listenin to them hoes scream "O!"
And I´m listenin to them O´s go CHOP!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin cline
I´m so involved with the grind, I´m losin my mind
Fuck a steady job, I´m tryin
I steady mob, I´m dyin in this game, I ain´t lyin
Sellin so much coke forgettin it´s a crime
Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Give a fuck about the radar on me [police sirens]
Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?
[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.´s ? Poppa plays in background]
[Cop] - Get off the god damn truck!
[Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain´t did shit
[Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air!
[Obie Trice] - Bitch!
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro - Obie talking (echo)]
Yeah, all my of life
Only my momma know
Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it´s crazy, motherfuckers