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  • Текст песни Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth



    (talking)
    WOO!
    Damn ..
    There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
    I'm about to get drunk
    Let's hold down, sleep
    Where the bar at?
    (*crashing noise*)

    [Verse 1]
    Okay, okie dokey Obie's here
    No more focus here, bro's got a career
    And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here
    And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear
    She erotic and it's hot, saw a Heineken beer
    Put her to the side and invite her to "Cheers"
    Pull up a chair, swear no drama
    Prepare for a player, who workin with a MONSTER (*yelling*)
    I ain't got time to waste, let's 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 what's fate
    We can watch two incredible mates masterbate
    Why settle and wait
    Let's escalate to the nearest Super 8
    and see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
    C'mon

    [Chorus] - 2X
    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, (*sound of water dropping*), hopefully she got some teeth

    [Verse 2]
    Okay holy moly derriere
    Look around the club booty everywhere
    She caught me starin
    And my homies darin me to approach Karen
    She's model material, but she got a venereal
    Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal
    She holla cause I got a lot of denerio
    The DJ's playin Obie's song on the ster-eo
    And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home
    With the real thing not the dildo clone
    And I know I don't wanna be headin home
    With some double D's full of silicon
    Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
    Found me outside, clown me outside
    'Til I flippled out and they found me outside
    Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    Okay rolie polies everywhere (*horse naying noise*)
    Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere
    Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin
    She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal (*crunching noise*)
    -ly, like a box of Cherrios
    Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
    I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
    So better cover up that blubber or I'll split (*feet running away noise*)
    And I ain't got time to play
    Let's investigate another place today
    Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
    Dresses pettite, no window drapes

    [Obie Trice - talking]
    Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beans
    Got ya Opera and jeans
    Seems to me a little lean cuisine
    Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch

    [Chorus]

    [talking]
    Haha, haha, ha
    You gotta have teach baby
    It just wouldn't look right
    Look, me big lips ..
    You no teeth, it wouldn't work
    You know what I'm sayin
    Haha ha, yeah
    I'm feelin good
    Shady Record man
    Obie Trice
    C'mon