Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth Lyrics
Wew!
D*mn!
Alotta b*tches up in here tonight boy!
I'm bout ta get drunk!
Throw down!
Where da ballers at?!
(Verse 1)
O.K. okey dokey Obie's here
No more focus on hoes dat got a career
And I like ya persire
There's a party in here
And I'm ready ta talk naughty in Veronica's ear
She arotic and hot so a Hieniken beer
Pull her ta da side and invite her ta Cheers
Pull up a chair swear no drama
Prepare fa a player workin witta monster
I ain't got time ta waste
Let's vacate
Wit blinds and drapes
Blind to ya face
In da grind me state
Concentrate
You o find dat you bound da bate
We found da space
We can watch 2 incredible mace masterbate
Why settle and wait
Let's escalate
To da nearest apay
Se ya reerers
On da mirrors
In deez mirror booty chicks!
(Chorus)
Dis is my favorite song
Now sing along
When da D.J. throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
Wake up hoppin dat she got some teeth!
(Verse 2)
O.K. holy moly dary air
Look around da club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homeys darin
Ta aprouch Karen
She's my material
But she got a banario
Tons o baby fathers holdin bottles and cerial
She holla cause I got alot a danadio
And da D.J.'s playin Obie's song on da sterio
And she apears like she wants da be headin home
Wit da real thang not da dildo clone
And I know I don't wanna be headin home
Wit some double D's fulla cylacone
Ten hood-rat chinks gon surround me outside
Found me outside
Clown me outside
Till I flipped out and dey found me outside
Kussin at da b*tches sayin off to da side!
(Verse 3)
O.K. rolly pollys everywhere
Gotta get inside dis chicks atmosphere
Obie's blarin
Got me fearin
Dat she o come over here and try ta eat me literal
ly
Like a box a cheerios
Eat da cupcakes and chocolate tootsie rolls
I'm on da order
Cause I got a big girl disorer
So I gotta cover up dat blub before I split
And I ain't got time ta play
Let's investigate
Another place ta date
Dey less await
In da dress dey shape
Dress is pateat no window drapes
Word ta mother
Dat *** **** ocer and beans
Got chya Oprah in jeans
Seems ta me
a low Lean Quizeen
Wouldn't hurt much
Ah don't touch!
Ha ha ha ha!
You gotta have teeth baby!
It just wouldn't look right!
Look me big lips!
You no teeth!
It wouldn't work ya know what I'm sayin!
Ha ha ha!
Yeah!
I'm feelin good!
Shady records man!
Obie Trice!
C'mon!
Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth Lyrics
[Obie Trice - talking]
WOO!
Damn ..
There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
I'm about to get drunk
Let's hold down, sleep
Where the bar at?
[*crashing noise*]
[Verse 1]
Okay, okie dokey Obie's here
No more focus, hobo's got a career
And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here
And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear
She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer
Put her to the side and invite here to "Cheers"
Pull up a chair, nigga swear no drama
prepare for a player your workin with a MONSTER [*yelling*]
I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place
Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get
But we found what's fate
We can watch two incredible mates masterbate
Why settle and wait
Let's Escalade to the nearest Super 8
To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
C'mon
[Chorus - 2X]
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, [*sound of water dropping*], hopefully she got some teeth
[Verse 2]
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homies darin me to approach Karen
She's model material, but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal
She holla cause I got a lot of denerio
The DJ's playin Obie song on the stereo
And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I don't wanna be headin home
With some double D's full of silicone
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
'Til I popped da trunk and they found me outside
Cussin' at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Okay rolie polies everywhere [*horse naying noise*]
Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere
Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin
She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal [*crunching noise*]
-ly, like a box of Cheerios
Carrot cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or I'll split [*feet running away noise*]
And I ain't got time to play
Let's investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses pettite, no window drapes
[Obie Trice - talking]
Word to mother, they god damn okra and beans
Got ya Oprah in jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch
[Chorus]
[Outro - Obie Trice - talking]
Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teeth baby
It just wouldn't look right
Look, me big lips ..
You no teeth, it wouldn't work
You know what I'm sayin
Haha ha, yeah
I'm feelin good
Shady Records man
Obie Trice
C'mon
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