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Obie Trice - Hoodrats lyrics
Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there [Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker [Woman w/ Obie:] Well [Woman #1:] Obie! [Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody calling you? [Obie:] Nah, nah [Woman #1:] Obie! One ball [Obie:] All I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation . [Woman w/ Obie:] You know her? [Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch [Woman #1:] Obie don't act like you can't see me [Woman w/ Obie:] Well she's calling your name [Woman #1:] Turn around and look at me [Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh [Woman #1:] Who is this bitch? [smack, crashing noises] [Obie:] What the fuck! Security! Security! [Woman #1:] Let me go! [Security:] Come on ma'am [Woman #1:] Tanisha get my purse [Obie:] Get her outta here [Woman #1:] Get my purse! [Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here! [Security:] Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch [Obie:] Get that bitch outta here man [Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies [Woman #1:] They twins, one look just like you, let me go! [Woman #1:] And one of them look like your brother, ok let me go! [Verse 1] My hoodrat's fatal, they not stable I could be at a dinner table with 'Union Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval Look at my rat like she act brand new "Hey boo, how are you?" Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room You see me with Pocahontas I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain't tryin be bothered You got a brain, define honors in college You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch She hot and your not, so stop bitch Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit [Chorus] How could you be here? Why don't you leave here I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Your playin me cheap here Tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go You's the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night ho [Verse 2] They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad Then they wanna brag and say "already had 'em He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl) Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl) D-12 shouldn't of had him on they album" (girl) That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes Ya'll knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho Just act like you never knew O, boo We still crew, we just the same (uh huh) Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn) Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh) And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH) This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful My advice keep your mouth on muffle Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle This is for the rats, go on with that (go on) Quit actin like you smokin that crack Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit Ain't no rings on that finger And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her [Chorus] [Obie Trice - talking] That's right, ha, you see me at the club with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys Haha, you don't know me Don't say shit, you know who I'm talking to All my hoodrat bitches Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta Haha, all ya'll I'm straight, Obie Trice |
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