Some Teeth - Obie Trice
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? Okay, okie dokey Obie's here No more focus, hobo'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 Heineken beer Put it to the side and invite here to 'Cheers' Pull up a chair, swear no drama Therefore player, you're workin' with a monster 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 you're bound to get But we found what's fate We can watch two incredible mates masturbate Why settle and wait, let's escalate to the nearest who bang To your rear is on the mirrors And they smearin' booty cheeks, c'mon 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, hopefully she got some teeth 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, hopefully 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 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 genedio The dj's playin' Obie song on the steady-o 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 Till I flip out and they found me outside Cussin' at the bitches, screamin' "Off to they rides" 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, hopefully she got some teeth Okay rolie polies everywhere 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 literally 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 And I ain't got time to play Let's investigate another place today Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape Dresses petite, no window drapes 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 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, hopefully she got some teeth 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
Artist: Obie Trice
Title: Some Teeth