{*strached "Obie"*}



[Chorus - Timbaland]

He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"

Said she want to roll and get to know Obie

Claming that she love everything that he do, heeeey

He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"

Said she want to roll, and get to know Obie

Claming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey



Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights

Right into the microphone life, yeah this is right

This is less strenuous niggaz, this is tight

This is more dividends niggaz, get it right

Stompin like Timberlands niggaz, a pair of Nikes

But this is more Timbaland nigga and Obie Trice

The combination is invadin the stations, air waves

And rest haven on your listeners membranes (woo!)

I done paid some change, I got Timbo

This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simple

Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo

Exchange your stiff frame, for that of a more limbo

Grab shorty sippin on that Shirley Temple

With that ass hangin out, and pinch her on that pimple

On her ass hangin out, nigga advance

This a world of a night, better start with the pants



[Chorus]



Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (motion)

Cause we gon' hang out 'til we hung over then Ibuprofen

Adios when (os when); I fucked them thighs

Who influenced with the game that was spoken

I'ma make sure she open (open); Ménage-a-trois

In these days and times got my shit growin

And she's hoe'n (hoe'n); And I'm ignorin

The lies she throwin, how she won't perform

I feed her a blunt, throw on the "Quiet Storm"

She repeatedly cum, consistantly all morn'

And she heated cause funds up in the purse not growin

Bitch beat it, my ones you gets none (nada)

She feel she's treated as if her playboy'll play her dumb

I skeeted some bitch, her Playboy is on the run

Deleted the bitch, outta direct connection

Thanks for calmin down my erection hun



[Chorus]



Yeah, I speak the words of experience (oh) lady I'm serious

Lyrics on my deliverance, is oh so vivid bitch

Oh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it)

Roll up, smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it)

I'm outta order cause I break the ice

And squirt liquid in your eyes, all you see is little guys

Swimming in women claimin they like my style

Treat 'em like Ike and ride (bitch!)

I don't give a fuck I got the height, +Sho' You Right+

I'm +Barry White+ tonight (hey) you feelin alright

Got a buzz and this huzzie saying O's her type

I take her to the high-end and strike (ahh)

Trick for hire, I'll never buy her to bite

Despite she tight, I'll tell the bitch you can have a nice life

See I'm working with these I's in this rhymes

It's I's, all's that matter all's the time



[Chorus]