- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
Obie Trice( Obie Trice III )
-
Obie Story
Momma's so proud of you You did so good on that report card today, baby I'mma let you pick out whatever you want Ma, I can get any shoes I want?
That's right, today is your day Momma don't have much But I'll spend it all on you today Okay, I want these Ah man, I'mma look fresh when I go to school
Such a beautiful thing being embraced By a woman that's a queen with big dreams For the younger sibling oh, couldn't do no wrong According to report cards Obie brought home
They say good in spelling Spelling bee's always excelling Which was so overwhelming That momma took him shopping
Copped him the new Jay's Swear to God, homie this was Obie's cool days BMX'ing up the block with the tenant living next to him Shooting hopes who got hops
Worthy, when he pop a jump shot No worries just a pocket full of sugar or what not Hit the candy house on the block It was pickle in them spot
Then things turn around When Obie'll lay down Hear the sounds of fire rounds Surrounded 'em
Astounded him, the volume Of the blast had me so interested Momma falling with cash She can't get a nigga in this bitch
They wanna hit the ass Nigga start ditching class Dad ain't around, he left a nigga Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday
Is it my fault, shit got dark? Mom and I fall apart Relationship taunts, bad talk 'Can't stand you, looking Like ya daddy with that same walk'
Muthafucka you Now a niggas out in the streets Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me Can't stay away from beef
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Scrapping with them niggas from the other side Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels Old school niggas see that I'm an animal Front me at 16, see how my roll handle
Now I'm up the O's but wait on the affy 'Cause here come my muthafuckin' baby, cool Had to slow my role Plus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowl
Hold my temperament 'cause I see such innocence When I'm looking in Kobe's pupils Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road I just might be able to grow old
Older brother said, 'Yo, oh I'mma quit my job so we can chase our goals I'll be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose'
That's what we did, I still flipped a little bit Saved up my chips and put it into music 'Well Known Asshole' a underground hit
Still scrambling, looking like shit Baby momma think I'm smoking more then a spliff Think a blessing came from the man who invented my gift When Eminem said, 'Let me hear you spit'
Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents Hit 'em with the D12 skit Can exhale now I see my Mom's ain't pissed She hit 'em with a smile 'cause Obie became focused
From independent out the trunk like them dope kids To platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticed An inappropriate soldier became so ferocious In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for
The roller coaster O was on so young Took a turn right into his song That's right, from after school fights To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights
One mic's, all I need involved with beats I'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me And that'll be the day you applaud and see The underdog gets his eventually
Gotta end it though, I'm all in it, there's no limits And it's so splendid, real names, no gimmicks No image, just a soldier who spoke what he lived From the ribs with it, the flows vintage Obie gotta do this for real, yeah, Obie Trice
-
|