WOO!
Damn ..
Theres a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
Im about to get drunk
Lets hold down, sleep
Where the bar at?
Okay, okie dokey Obies here
No more focus, hobos got a career
And I like your brassiere and theres a party in here
And Im ready to talk naughty in Veronicas ear
She erotic and its 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
I aint got time to waste, lets 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 whats fate
We can watch two incredible mates masterbate
Why settle and wait
Lets escalate to the nearest Super 8
To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
Cmon
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, ly she got some teeth
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homies darin me to approach Karen
Shes model material, but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathers, baby bottles and cereal
She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio
The DJs playin Obie song on the stereo
And shes impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I dont wanna be headin home
With some double Ds full of silicon
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside
Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"
Okay rolie polies everywhere
Gotta find a slim chicks atmosphere
Obesitys glarin and she got me fearin
Shes gonna come over here and try to eat me literal
-ly, like a box of Cherrios
Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
Im outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or Ill split
And I aint got time to play
Lets investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses pettite, no window drapes
Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans
Got ya Opera and jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldnt hurt much, hot dont touch
Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teeth baby
It just wouldnt look right
Look, me big lips ..
You no teeth, it wouldnt work
You know what Im sayin
Haha ha, yeah
Im feelin good
Shady Record man
Obie Trice
Cmon
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