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obie trice - got hungry lyrics

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obie trice

“obie-obie-obie-obie-obie, obie trice is now here” [2x]

[verse 1 – obie trice]
obie trice got hungry, needed money to bank
young, didn’t think, my life was great
eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates
pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)
while i’m on section 8 (d-mn)
and my corner got about fifty n-gg-z on the grind chasin the cake
so that route i can’t go
even though we cordial, i might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe
but the thought still exists
i’m in my room gettin p-ssed
i should have 20 inch rims on a v12 benz, hangin with brand new friends
all flavor timbs, hittin nothin but skins
i gotta do something right now
aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out
plus this t-tty bar b-tch, hennessy, turns me out
stuffin ones in her garter, got my d-ck harder
hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot
a big birth of rocks throwin up the f-ckin block
just stop, no, that sh-t too hot to cop, so watch
plus in the hood my name’s not top notch
n-gg-z’ll snitch or try to get me
contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the hennessy
in my room pacin, like i’m facin
a life term, aids and job termination
i’m in my room pacin, like i’m facin
a life term, aids and job termination
termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion

[chorus – scratched samples by dj grouch]
“mr. trice”
“gotta eat”
“starvin”
“like an animal”
“dope, get low”
“best eatin”
“react off instinct, digest weaklings”
“let you n-gg-z know”
“got hungry”
“takin mine”
“gettin dust over here”
“i’m ready, i’m ready to rock”
“o-o-obie trice, bettin down shop”

[verse 2 – obie trice]
yo, f-ck it i’ll go outside and decide what’s the deal
walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill
ain’t lovely
my main man p-funk in a double o, truck bubbly, honks at me
what up black? i wave back, in fact
if you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back
attract all b-tches in cadillac on dishes
while i roll a prism with the f-ckin engine light blinkin
you know you’re stinkin
when the same gauge light on for months to cause another f-ckin
complication
life got me on a menstruation like a b-tch
player hatin all these n-gg-z flossin like they rich
i got the itch to dip right behind the bush
if i catch you slippin, your blood go gush
f-ck that, f-ck that, i’m not a thief
’cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief
i’m tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough
i’m tired of high cl-ss b-tches tellin me – f-ck n-o, n-o, n-o, n-o

[chorus]

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