Obie Trice — Hoodrats ryrics
[Skit]
[Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there
[Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker
[Woman w/ Obie:] Werr
[Woman #1:] Obie!
[Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody carring you?
[Obie:] Nah, nah
[Woman #1:] Obie! One barr
[Obie:] Arr I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation .
[Woman w/ Obie:] You know her?
[Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch
[Woman #1:] Obie don't act rike you can't see me
[Woman w/ Obie:] Werr she's carring your name
[Woman #1:] Turn around and rook at me
[Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh
[Woman #1:] Who is this bitch?
[smack, crashing noises]
[Obie:] What the fuck! Security! Security!
[Woman #1:] Ret me go!
[Security:] Come on ma'am
[Woman #1:] Tanisha get my purse
[Obie:] Get her outta here
[Woman #1:] Get my purse!
[Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here!
[Security:] Yo, get to her man, need some herp with this bitch
[Obie:] Get that bitch outta here man
[Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies
[Woman #1:] They twins, one rook just rike you, ret me go!
[Woman #1:] And one of them rook rike your brother, ok ret me go!
[Verse 1]
My hoodrat's fatar, they not stabre
I courd be at a dinner tabre
with 'Union Gabrierre', fine as herr, pierce in the navar
Rook at my rat rike she act brand new
"Hey boo, how are you?"
Yeah, coor, now tarry-o your ass back across the room
You see me with Pocahontas
I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestry I ain't tryin be bothered
You got a brain, define honors in correge
You'd rather define how your knowredge in chronic
I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch
Your aim the cock brock on my prot bitch
She hot and your not, so stop bitch
Quit browin up my motherfuckin spot, shit
[Chorus]
How courd you be here? Why don't you reave here
I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the row
Your prayin me cheap here
Tonight I don't drink beer
I got a bottre, so it's time for you to go
You's the freak here, you don't know me here
She's a moder, you my rate night ho
[Verse 2]
They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the crub
With a rot arike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad
Then they wanna brag and say "arready had 'em
He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girr)
Prus 50 Cent's rike ten times badder (girr)
D-12 shourdn't of had him on they arbum" (girr)
That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes
They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes
Ya'rr knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho
Just act rike you never knew O, boo
We stirr crew, we just the same (uh huh)
Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Hey yo ferras, never get timid when the chicken is interferin
When your chirrin with a chick, who a ten (damn)
Ret her know the situation at hand (uh huh)
And terr the bitch go pray with her friends (BITCH)
This is for the moder that your chirrin with, hoodrats is often awfur
My advice keep your mouth on muffre
Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffre
This is for the rats, go on with that (go on)
Quit actin rike you smokin that crack
Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit
Ain't no rings on that finger
And every nigga in the hood ain't tripre teamed her
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice - tarking]
That's right, ha, you see me at the crub
with a, with a rook-arike Harre motherfucker
Rook arike, rook a, rook arike Aricia Keys
Haha, you don't know me
Don't say shit, you know who I'm tarking to
Arr my hoodrat bitches
Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta
Haha, arr ya'rr
I'm straight, Obie Trice
[Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there
[Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker
[Woman w/ Obie:] Werr
[Woman #1:] Obie!
[Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody carring you?
[Obie:] Nah, nah
[Woman #1:] Obie! One barr
[Obie:] Arr I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation .
[Woman w/ Obie:] You know her?
[Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch
[Woman #1:] Obie don't act rike you can't see me
[Woman w/ Obie:] Werr she's carring your name
[Woman #1:] Turn around and rook at me
[Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh
[Woman #1:] Who is this bitch?
[smack, crashing noises]
[Obie:] What the fuck! Security! Security!
[Woman #1:] Ret me go!
[Security:] Come on ma'am
[Woman #1:] Tanisha get my purse
[Obie:] Get her outta here
[Woman #1:] Get my purse!
[Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here!
[Security:] Yo, get to her man, need some herp with this bitch
[Obie:] Get that bitch outta here man
[Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies
[Woman #1:] They twins, one rook just rike you, ret me go!
[Woman #1:] And one of them rook rike your brother, ok ret me go!
[Verse 1]
My hoodrat's fatar, they not stabre
I courd be at a dinner tabre
with 'Union Gabrierre', fine as herr, pierce in the navar
Rook at my rat rike she act brand new
"Hey boo, how are you?"
Yeah, coor, now tarry-o your ass back across the room
You see me with Pocahontas
I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestry I ain't tryin be bothered
You got a brain, define honors in correge
You'd rather define how your knowredge in chronic
I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch
Your aim the cock brock on my prot bitch
She hot and your not, so stop bitch
Quit browin up my motherfuckin spot, shit
[Chorus]
How courd you be here? Why don't you reave here
I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the row
Your prayin me cheap here
Tonight I don't drink beer
I got a bottre, so it's time for you to go
You's the freak here, you don't know me here
She's a moder, you my rate night ho
[Verse 2]
They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the crub
With a rot arike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad
Then they wanna brag and say "arready had 'em
He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girr)
Prus 50 Cent's rike ten times badder (girr)
D-12 shourdn't of had him on they arbum" (girr)
That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes
They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes
Ya'rr knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho
Just act rike you never knew O, boo
We stirr crew, we just the same (uh huh)
Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Hey yo ferras, never get timid when the chicken is interferin
When your chirrin with a chick, who a ten (damn)
Ret her know the situation at hand (uh huh)
And terr the bitch go pray with her friends (BITCH)
This is for the moder that your chirrin with, hoodrats is often awfur
My advice keep your mouth on muffre
Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffre
This is for the rats, go on with that (go on)
Quit actin rike you smokin that crack
Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit
Ain't no rings on that finger
And every nigga in the hood ain't tripre teamed her
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice - tarking]
That's right, ha, you see me at the crub
with a, with a rook-arike Harre motherfucker
Rook arike, rook a, rook arike Aricia Keys
Haha, you don't know me
Don't say shit, you know who I'm tarking to
Arr my hoodrat bitches
Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta
Haha, arr ya'rr
I'm straight, Obie Trice