Obie Trice Got Hungry Lyrics

Special Reserve Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Welcome
  • 2 Got Hungry
  • 3 You've Been Slain
  • 4 On and On
  • 5 I Am
  • 6 4 Stories
  • 7 Roughnecks
  • 8 Cool Cats
  • 9 What You Want
  • 10 Jack My Dick
  • 11 Dope, Jobs, Homeless
  • 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 (damn)
    And my corner got about fifty niggaz 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 pissed
    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 titty bar bitch, Hennessy, turns me out
    Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder
    Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot
    A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin block
    Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop, so watch
    Plus in the hood my name's not top notch
    Niggaz'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 niggaz 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, fuck 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 bitches in Cadillac on dishes
    While I roll a Prism with the fuckin engine light blinkin
    You know you're stinkin
    When the same gauge light on for months to cause another fuckin
    complication
    Life got me on a menstruation like a bitch
    Player hatin all these niggaz flossin like they rich
    I got the itch to dip right behind the bush
    If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush
    Fuck that, fuck 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 class bitches tellin me - fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O

    [Chorus]


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