a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

obie trice - rap name remix-ft. keith murray lyrics

[keith murray]
yo
[obie trice]
real name no gimmicks n-gg-

o. trice and keith (that’s right)
my n-gg- speak (the most beautifullest sh-t in the world)
when two n-gg-s meet and take it to the street
o. rep the d
and i long island iced tea when i roll with keith (that’s right)
squad unleash the heat whenever obie roamin
so that’s two d-cks you suck b-tch whenever gucci foamin
i got a homin device on life
i get there, leave you with my strife, your strifes
o. trice the name, just came to the game
that’s why i’m twenty-something on kay slay’s tape
but a n-gg-‘s great, hey i’m shaaaaaday
i’m astronomically bubonic with a treeeeeee (blaow!)
my ebonic’s like chronic with a waaaay
i hold you down
n-gg- here’s your pound

[chorus: obie trice]
i’m so-and-so, i’m this, i’m that
huh, but you’re all just {-wick- -wick-} whack
[keith murray]
it ain’t r&b muh’f-ckers, it’s a rap
[obie trice]
real name, no gimmicks
f-ck an image, i’m in it because i live it
i’m so-and-so, i’m this, i’m that
huh, but you’re all just {-wick- -wick-} whack
[keith murray]
it ain’t r&b muh’f-ckers, it’s a rap
[obie trice]
real name, no gimmicks
f-ck an image, i’m in it because i live it

[keith murray]
yo, i get outrageous, bodacious, crazy
make a n-gg- a vegetable, mashed potatoes, and gravy
put a cork in it n-gg-, who the f-ck you think you’re playin
snuff nose to your ribs, if you breathe i’m sprayin
tell the cops it’s keith murray, real name no gimmicks
walk the streets with my d-ck out b-tch i ain’t timid
i’m like tyson in the house when i step in the club
bug, t-tties get fondled, -sses get rubbed
see that n-gg- -ss up with my wild style child
i never get booed on stage like i’m destiny’s child
i’m too “dirrty” for christina, make trina “work it”
bird tracks when i rap, smell a rubber when i chirp it
come on doggy doggy, you ain’t got nothing for me
put a gash in your neck about four inches deep
yeah, keep talkin like murray don’t get busy
hit you with this rum bottle and make yo -ss dizzy
dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy

[keith murray]
y’all okie doke n-gg-s can’t f-ck with the kid
crack your chest open, your back, and split your wig (what)
give your punk -ss a nice face m-ssage
now you don’t want +no drama+ like +mary j. blige+

[obie trice]
keith pop popped the garage, n-gg- that’s the trunk
cuz i got a wee whip in there plus the pump
pumps for punks, whip all you sissies
two stroke you f-ggots (won’t stop) stagnate you maggots

[keith murray]
i like a mix of ecstasy dust and purple haze
wild now but you shoulda saw me in my school days
yeah, i bring the funk like a bag of skunk
and i pack sawed off shotguns for street punks

[obie trice]
n-gg-s don’t wanna see this animals bite down
cannibals spit out your ear
most y’all queer (f-ggots)
real over here
recognize psuedo, it’s a new year
bud, wise, and beer

- obie trice lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS