Obie Trice - Rap Name Lyrics
[Keith Murray]
yo
[Obie Trice]
real name no gimmicks nigga
O. Trice and Keith (that's right)
My nigga speak (the most beautifullest shit in the world)
When two niggas 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 dicks you suck bitch 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 nigga'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
Nigga 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'fuckers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
Fuck 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'fuckers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it
[Keith Murray]
yo, I get outrageous, bodacious, crazy
Make a nigga a vegetable, mashed potatoes, and gravy
Put a cork in it nigga, who the fuck 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 dick out bitch I ain't timid
I'm like Tyson in the house when I step in the club
Bug, titties get fondled, asses get rubbed
See that nigga ass 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 ass dizzy
dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy
[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'fuckers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
Fuck 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'fuckers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it
[Keith Murray]
Y'all okie doke niggas can't fuck with the kid
Crack your chest open, your back, and split your wig (what)
Give your punk ass a nice face massage
Now you don't want +No Drama+ like +Mary J. Blige+
[Obie Trice]
Keith pop popped the garage, nigga 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 faggots (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]
Niggas don't wanna see this animals bite down
Cannibals spit out your ear
Most y'all queer (faggots)
Real over here
Recognize psuedo, it's a new year
Bud, wise, and beer
[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'fuckers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
Fuck 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'fuckers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it
Obie Trice - Rap Name Lyrics
[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented
That's cuz a nigga live it
My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness
I got the white boys mad at me
Cuz Em, signed another black boy like he nigga happy
Caucasians, Marshall knows talent
Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
and bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin aye, or how we say it round my way
"Fo sho", Trice gon' blow, then I'm off to them shows
I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll
For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me
Not a soul can hold me, I'm here
[Chorus]
That's why I ain't got no, ("rap name")
The name's ("Obie Trice")
("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")
So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
Rap my living... that's why I ain't got no, ("Rap Name")
The name's ("Obie Trice")
("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")
So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
Rap my living - that's why I ain't got no
[Obie Trice]
It didn't take much - one hot single (BAM!!)
Smiles and handshakes my man
The industry greeted me with open arms
With no type of flak cuz O. Trice got that
Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat?
New wave of mu-zack that your all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
Well I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun
Beef? (*cocked and two shots*) best-a run
Cuz when I pop, people's flesh get numb
And whoa.. ya might not make it till ya young
The only one with okay's wanna blaze
Meet my little friends on racks in my den
Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins
And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film
Deserted, that's word to vacant homes
2002 Trice up in ya headphones
(*vocal scratch* - If it's ya system)
Trice up in ya bows
(*vocal scratch* - If it's ya women)
Then Trice up in ya hoes!
I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin
with raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me
I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed
Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G!
[Chorus]
{*scratching*}
"rap name" ... "rap name" ... "Obie Trice"
"You can get stomped by Obie..." <--- Eminem
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