On & On - Obie Trice

Ha ha!

Yeah!

Ha ha!

Yeah!

Aiyyo-yo, aiyyo-yo!

Obie Trice, yo!

Nuttin nice, yo!

Where the fuck, my niggaz at

Check check yo

I had a vision to conquer the world with lyrical incisions on your brain

And blow this rap game

Introduce myself, the name’s Obie Trice

Caramel complected, stay the hell away from vice

The fifth Spice, without a coochie

Never had lucci, Coogi or Gucci

Unruly, roll with niggaz that be moody

Talkin loud at the movies, checkin out your mom’s booty

Don’t fuck with cats that’s fruity

Pull out the toolie on a nigga with a irregular size dukey

Sellin rocks to Pookie

Got my pockets fat, so fat at times it gets spooky

Makin moves with the uzi

In a truck when I scoop up the cutie from a different hood that I be

Raunchy, never drink Spumantie, it make me sick

Drunk it once, farted, truthfully shitted

Pitted, every time I piss for P.O.

So THC remains in the urine flow

«On and on»

«Obie Trice»

«My rhymes could never be compared to yours»

«On and on and on and on»

«And on and on and on-on-on»

«I was born to rip a." — «Microphone»

«On and on, on and on, on and on and on, on»

I’m too much — the type of kid that’ll take your car

Burn out your clutch and really wouldn’t give a fuck

A grunt, grudge holder, slug thrower

Mean-mug ignore ya, I just feed you to the boa

Bullshitter, when bitches bossy over dick

I tell 'em quit that, stand back, get off my shit

Thick lips, known for fuckin titty bar tricks

Nice size hips with a dozen of Ray Ray kids

Runnin the block like Bébé Kids in Atlanta

Hot!

My temperature be Tony Montana

Y’all niggaz never smoke 'bama, speak with broken grammar

And if you talk shit I’ma slam ya

«On and on»

«Obie Trice»

«My rhymes could never be compared to yours»

«I was born to rip a." — «Microphone»

«On and on and on, on»

Backs out ya tweeters, stage dive, me and Colt Seavers

Pullin out heaters on disbelievers

Grow like a Chia

Pettin all pussies non-poison, givin out gonorrhea

You can find me here, in ya ink

Open up notebooks and sink, deep between the sheets

We’ll meet, «mano y mano»

Crack you with the 40-ounce bottle, until my style up full throttle

Offend MC’s, that’s the motto

Once I’m in this rap game ridin tracks, me in my Tahoe

Shippin platinum, Obie the (Well Known Asshole)

Fuck with it though, I guarantee a great asset

«On and on»

«Obie Trice»

«Could never be compared to yours»

«On and on and on and on»

«On and on and on-on-on»

«I was born to rip a." — «Microphone»

«On and on and on, on»