(*people talking in background*)
[Obie Trice - talking]
WOO!, d***
There's a lot of b****** up in here tonight boy
I'm about to get drunk
Let's hold down
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 a Heineken beer
Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers"
Pull up a chair, n**** swear no drama
Prepare for a player, who 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 m*********
Why settle and wait, let's Escalade to the nearest Super 8
Until 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 (uh huh)
[Verse 2]
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
And 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 dinerio [dinero]
The DJ's playin Obie's song on the stereo
And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the d**** clone
And I know I don't want to be headin home
With some double D's full of silicon
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside
Bustin at the b****** 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 Cherrios
Carry 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
Word to mother, they god d*** Okra and beans
Got ya Oprah and 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
(*laughing*), yeah
I'm feelin good
Shady Records man
Obie Trice, c'mon
[Obie Trice - talking]
WOO!, d***
There's a lot of b****** up in here tonight boy
I'm about to get drunk
Let's hold down
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 a Heineken beer
Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers"
Pull up a chair, n**** swear no drama
Prepare for a player, who 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 m*********
Why settle and wait, let's Escalade to the nearest Super 8
Until 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 (uh huh)
[Verse 2]
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
And 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 dinerio [dinero]
The DJ's playin Obie's song on the stereo
And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the d**** clone
And I know I don't want to be headin home
With some double D's full of silicon
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside
Bustin at the b****** 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 Cherrios
Carry 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
Word to mother, they god d*** Okra and beans
Got ya Oprah and 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
(*laughing*), yeah
I'm feelin good
Shady Records man
Obie Trice, c'mon