Lirik Lagu Oh - Obie Trice
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YeaObie TriceReal name no gimmicksI came in the game profane no imageI came in the game with the name I was given from a mangWho didn't give a fuck about his chil'den
I proclaim the name thoughNever in vain noWatch the change growA young nigga who didn't gain from fameCock the Range Ro'Now they want my brains on the main road
But they don't understand what I came fo'How I came forth with a million soldWho say you can't grow from mildew and moldGettin money like Ross Perot
I'm often toldA cough is the routes I goO that's the road you on oh no!I'm down for the rifle tone, the 4-4Don't even try to send a nigga home ( no no! )
I know you wanna catch me at SunocoShow me that you're locoPut holes in my photoNope!Ope!Hold toast no jokes then slugs through your polo
Just cause O a thug roll soloAnd pose on grown fo' be a cold negroBelowYou grieved up peopleBelieve that the boy see no evil
--(Chorus)--Oh O!I had you yellin' out when I bagged the thirty thirty rifleOh O!Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they bibleOh O!See you can tell like the niggas be pickin the dirty cycleOh O!See you should make bitches that'll make you leave an come a psycho---
I visualized itO Trice at twenty-five survived itBright but violentInvite the violenceFist fight a firemenBe a tyrant to these niggas nice and silent
O Trice from a triph environmentHe rocks the mic no sign of retirinMaybe want the bank accounts like LeviathanI'm in position to hire up clients spend
Meanwhile I'm a virus like IversonThe nigga cross overEuropeans admirin'And the soldiers is tirin'I ain't buyinMotherfuckers actin like they denyin him
Who tryin a niggaWho views biasedI figure your crew tiredMy trigger introduces violence
Produce them sirensYou on the spittleOrange juice and vitamins nigga
--Chorus--
A derelict who inherited hustleMy heritage married the street struggleLike a couple of great uncs ago
So this blood streams through my nutsSeems like I wasn't in touch when the teacher asked fo'Na I was just a preacher in OSeat on the bleachers and flip cokeThe only reach I got through my domeNiggas gaffle so they gotta be chromePulled to win the raffle so I scramble with the track and the phones
Fuck a actin the cloneThis is actual happeningsThat's factual back at my homeThis is rap but I ain't rappin so you clap in the zoneThink I'm trapped into actin for the sake of performin?
This is your warnin'Run up on em wrongAnd your tissue is burnin a hundred degrees warmO Treezies goneMy nigga Bust bring da hook back in for 'em
--Chorus--
I proclaim the name thoughNever in vain noWatch the change growA young nigga who didn't gain from fameCock the Range Ro'Now they want my brains on the main road
But they don't understand what I came fo'How I came forth with a million soldWho say you can't grow from mildew and moldGettin money like Ross Perot
I'm often toldA cough is the routes I goO that's the road you on oh no!I'm down for the rifle tone, the 4-4Don't even try to send a nigga home ( no no! )
I know you wanna catch me at SunocoShow me that you're locoPut holes in my photoNope!Ope!Hold toast no jokes then slugs through your polo
Just cause O a thug roll soloAnd pose on grown fo' be a cold negroBelowYou grieved up peopleBelieve that the boy see no evil
--(Chorus)--Oh O!I had you yellin' out when I bagged the thirty thirty rifleOh O!Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they bibleOh O!See you can tell like the niggas be pickin the dirty cycleOh O!See you should make bitches that'll make you leave an come a psycho---
I visualized itO Trice at twenty-five survived itBright but violentInvite the violenceFist fight a firemenBe a tyrant to these niggas nice and silent
O Trice from a triph environmentHe rocks the mic no sign of retirinMaybe want the bank accounts like LeviathanI'm in position to hire up clients spend
Meanwhile I'm a virus like IversonThe nigga cross overEuropeans admirin'And the soldiers is tirin'I ain't buyinMotherfuckers actin like they denyin him
Who tryin a niggaWho views biasedI figure your crew tiredMy trigger introduces violence
Produce them sirensYou on the spittleOrange juice and vitamins nigga
--Chorus--
A derelict who inherited hustleMy heritage married the street struggleLike a couple of great uncs ago
So this blood streams through my nutsSeems like I wasn't in touch when the teacher asked fo'Na I was just a preacher in OSeat on the bleachers and flip cokeThe only reach I got through my domeNiggas gaffle so they gotta be chromePulled to win the raffle so I scramble with the track and the phones
Fuck a actin the cloneThis is actual happeningsThat's factual back at my homeThis is rap but I ain't rappin so you clap in the zoneThink I'm trapped into actin for the sake of performin?
This is your warnin'Run up on em wrongAnd your tissue is burnin a hundred degrees warmO Treezies goneMy nigga Bust bring da hook back in for 'em
--Chorus--
