Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth

(talking)
WOO!Damn ..
There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunkLet's hold down,
sleep Where the bar at?

(*crashing noise*)

[Verse 1]Okay, okie dokey Obie's hereNo more focus here, bro's got a careerAnd I like your brassiere and there's a party in hereAnd I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's earShe erotic and it's hot, saw a Heineken beerPut her to the side and invite her to "Cheers"Pull up a chair, swear no dramaPrepare for a player, who workin with a MONSTER

(*yelling*)

I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the placeShut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy stateConcentrate, you will find that your bound to getBut we found what's fateWe can watch two incredible mates masterbateWhy settle and waitLet's escalate to the nearest Super 8and see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeksC'mon

[Chorus] - 2XSo this is my favorite songNow sing along when the DJ throws it onAnd if I leave here tonight and I fall asleepAnd wake up,

(*sound of water dropping*), hopefully she got some teeth[Verse 2]Okay holy moly derriereLook around the club booty everywhereShe caught me starinAnd my homies darin me to approach KarenShe's model material, but she got a venerealTons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cerealShe holla cause I got a lot of denerioThe DJ's playin Obie's song on the ster-eoAnd she's impaired and she wants to be headin homeWith the real thing not the dildo cloneAnd I know I don't wanna be headin homeWith some double D's full of siliconTen hoodrat chicks surround me outsideFound me outside, clown me outside'Til I flippled out and they found me outsideCussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]Okay rolie polies everywhere

(*horse naying noise*)

Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphereObesity's glarin and she got me fearinShe's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal

(*crunching noise*)-ly, like a box of CherriosCarry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rollsI'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorderSo better cover up that blubber or I'll split

(*feet running away noise*)And I ain't got time to playLet's investigate another place todayLadies less in weight and the dress they shapeDresses pettite, no window drapes

[Obie Trice - talking]Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beansGot ya Opera and jeansSeems to me a little lean cuisineWouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch

[Chorus]

[talking]Haha, haha, haYou gotta have teach babyIt just wouldn't look rightLook, me big lips ..You no teeth, it wouldn't workYou know what I'm sayinHaha ha, yeahI'm feelin goodShady Record manObie TriceC'mon