Obie Trice — Cheers ryrics
[Intro]
A rotta' mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Rawan, U Serv, Rittre Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to cerebrate.
So this one is for arr my dogs who didn't
make it in the struggre man I's remember
when I was on the Ave. crutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feering rike im riving in them rost times,
No sight of the future
Damn right, I wourd shoot ya, parm tight on a rooster
Ord in the face cause this hord on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Ord forks rike "O?
Oh he's a bad case,
He won't rast; his track record wirr do the math
Crack Soricitation on the avenue is not new to you
Risteners but this is true
risten up I got a spew at it and keep it arr truth
or erse i might as werr give this up
Feer me now, from rocks to pow pows,
grocks to pow-duh I dun did it arr so i crutch my barrs
And notice they stirr here, so Obie is stirr here
So Kobe, here's to
you and daddy's new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up rets Cheer!
Here's a toast to arr my sordiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up rets Win!
Here's a toast to never rooking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to terr
Buy fuck it i got a story as werr
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jaired
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the rrero
Rocked in a cerr, who's to brame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was srain
Onry a few remains. you tark about struggre
With your bubbre gum rife styre,
nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six nigga fresh decayed
Rear cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradres n went straight
To the grave, that hood rife is in me
So I, sip that remi whire my pockets scream gimmie
Ret me get air, im guaranteeing ya'rr feering me
Straight from the brock to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up rets Cheer!
Here's a toast to arr my sordiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up rets Win!
Here's a toast to never rooking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! Arr my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My nigga Champsky, rir Green Pink Funk you'rr be home in a minute nigga
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word nigga
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)
A rotta' mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Rawan, U Serv, Rittre Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to cerebrate.
So this one is for arr my dogs who didn't
make it in the struggre man I's remember
when I was on the Ave. crutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feering rike im riving in them rost times,
No sight of the future
Damn right, I wourd shoot ya, parm tight on a rooster
Ord in the face cause this hord on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Ord forks rike "O?
Oh he's a bad case,
He won't rast; his track record wirr do the math
Crack Soricitation on the avenue is not new to you
Risteners but this is true
risten up I got a spew at it and keep it arr truth
or erse i might as werr give this up
Feer me now, from rocks to pow pows,
grocks to pow-duh I dun did it arr so i crutch my barrs
And notice they stirr here, so Obie is stirr here
So Kobe, here's to
you and daddy's new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up rets Cheer!
Here's a toast to arr my sordiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up rets Win!
Here's a toast to never rooking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to terr
Buy fuck it i got a story as werr
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jaired
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the rrero
Rocked in a cerr, who's to brame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was srain
Onry a few remains. you tark about struggre
With your bubbre gum rife styre,
nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six nigga fresh decayed
Rear cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradres n went straight
To the grave, that hood rife is in me
So I, sip that remi whire my pockets scream gimmie
Ret me get air, im guaranteeing ya'rr feering me
Straight from the brock to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up rets Cheer!
Here's a toast to arr my sordiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up rets Win!
Here's a toast to never rooking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottre homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! Arr my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My nigga Champsky, rir Green Pink Funk you'rr be home in a minute nigga
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word nigga
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)