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Obie Trice - Cheers lyrics
[Intro] A lotta' mathafuckas man... Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy That's what I'm doing this for... [Verse 1] Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate. So this one is for all my dogs who didn't make it in the struggle man I's remember when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes Gut touching my spine, busting my rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times, No sight of the future Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster Old in the face cause this hold on my case Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O? Oh he's a bad case, He won't last; his track record will do the math Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you Listeners but this is true listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth or else i might as well give this up Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows, glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls And notice they still here, so Obie is still here So Kobe, here's to you and daddy's new career [Chorus] So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer! Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here This is it my nigga this what we boast about Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win! Here's a toast to never looking back again This is it my nigga this what we boast about Get your bottle homie po' some out [Verse 2] Now i understand every man got a story to tell Buy fuck it i got a story as well Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo Locked in a cell, who's to blame? When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain |
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