paroles de chanson Got Some Teeth - Album Version (Edited) - Obie Trice
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?
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
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
you're
bound
to
get
But
we
found
what's
fate
We
can
watch
two
incredible
mates
masturbate
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
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,
hopefully
she
got
some
teeth
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,
hopefully
she
got
some
teeth
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!"
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,
hopefully
she
got
some
teeth
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,
hopefully
she
got
some
teeth
Okay
rolie
polies
everywhere
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
literally
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
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
goddamn
okra
and
beans
Got
ya
Oprah
in
jeans
Seems
to
me
a
little
lean
cuisine
Wouldn't
hurt
much,
hot
don't
touch
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,
hopefully
she
got
some
teeth
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,
hopefully
she
got
some
teeth
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'
I'm
feelin'
good
Shady
Records
man
Obie
Trice
C'mon
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