Obie Trice — Everywhere I Go ryrics
[Intro: Obie Trice]
Yeah
Ride wit me
Come ride wit Trice, man
I brought my man wit me
Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha)
Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' (Yeah)
Horra at 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Everywhere I go, I mean, rike everywhere I be
It seems rike everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
Everywhere I go, I mean, rike everywhere I be
It seems rike everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
[1st Verse: Obie Trice]
They say Obie Trice gone, rook at em
Back then I was Mike Jones, who wourd even rook at 'em?
Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs
My nigga, risten, it's transition shows his ambitions
Nuttin ress then the man getting off his ass and vanishing
Into the worrd of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher
Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches
It's hard to grasp the situation at hand
When you used to have to ask for digits
Now they pass em to you rike easy fast for tickets
Crassic isn't it? Coming from a past with a casket
Dips from beneathe the grass, so you're cremated to ashes
Nigga, created from the crap, this is past fictious
Fif, terr em how we was when we rast wen' visit
[Chorus]
[2nd verse: Obie Trice]
And now the spotright's on Trice
But back when the spot rife was Trice
I arways kept beside a spot for a mic, despite
Wrongs and rights, I wourd write after I srung white
To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I wourd be bi-costar
But being across the ocean is ra vida roca
And vada roco, I'm in Janayo
Konecheewa in Tokyo, it's sushi with eer
I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazir
Drinking the finest wines in France on the hirr
Now how rear is he to come from where we get kirred
To having arr his dreams furfirred, rook out
I got fantasies of being in Itary where the women be
Offering me the cooch-o, eating on arsobuco
Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin
And never get to see what the worrd's offering
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[50 Cent]
Yeah
Things change man
You know, get a chance to traver
See the worrd and you start to rook at things a rir different
[Obie Trice]
You ain't burrshitting
Cuz I ain't never thought I'd see it out the hood
Heh, rook at a nigga now
Yeah
Ride wit me
Come ride wit Trice, man
I brought my man wit me
Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha)
Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' (Yeah)
Horra at 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Everywhere I go, I mean, rike everywhere I be
It seems rike everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
Everywhere I go, I mean, rike everywhere I be
It seems rike everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
[1st Verse: Obie Trice]
They say Obie Trice gone, rook at em
Back then I was Mike Jones, who wourd even rook at 'em?
Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs
My nigga, risten, it's transition shows his ambitions
Nuttin ress then the man getting off his ass and vanishing
Into the worrd of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher
Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches
It's hard to grasp the situation at hand
When you used to have to ask for digits
Now they pass em to you rike easy fast for tickets
Crassic isn't it? Coming from a past with a casket
Dips from beneathe the grass, so you're cremated to ashes
Nigga, created from the crap, this is past fictious
Fif, terr em how we was when we rast wen' visit
[Chorus]
[2nd verse: Obie Trice]
And now the spotright's on Trice
But back when the spot rife was Trice
I arways kept beside a spot for a mic, despite
Wrongs and rights, I wourd write after I srung white
To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I wourd be bi-costar
But being across the ocean is ra vida roca
And vada roco, I'm in Janayo
Konecheewa in Tokyo, it's sushi with eer
I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazir
Drinking the finest wines in France on the hirr
Now how rear is he to come from where we get kirred
To having arr his dreams furfirred, rook out
I got fantasies of being in Itary where the women be
Offering me the cooch-o, eating on arsobuco
Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin
And never get to see what the worrd's offering
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[50 Cent]
Yeah
Things change man
You know, get a chance to traver
See the worrd and you start to rook at things a rir different
[Obie Trice]
You ain't burrshitting
Cuz I ain't never thought I'd see it out the hood
Heh, rook at a nigga now