Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheers, artist - Obie Trice. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cheers |
| A lotta' mathafuckas man… |
| Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy |
| That’s what I’m doing this for… |
| Yeah… we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate. |
| So this one is for all my dogs who didn’t |
| make it in the struggle man |
| I’s remember when I was on the Ave. |
| clutching them dimes |
| Gut touching my spine, |
| busting my rhymes |
| Feeling like im living in them lost times, |
| No sight of the future |
| Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster |
| Old in the face cause this hold on my case |
| Got my growth at a fast pace |
| Old folks like «O? |
| Oh he’s a bad case, |
| He won’t last; |
| his track record will do the math» |
| Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you |
| Listeners but this is true |
| listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth |
| or else i might as well give this up |
| Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows, |
| glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls |
| And notice they still here, so Obie is still here |
| So Kobe, here’s to |
| you and daddy’s new career |
| So grab ya cups of Beer! |
| put em up lets Cheer! |
| Here’s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here |
| This is it my nigga this what we boast about |
| Get your bottle homie po' some out |
| Now grab ya cups of Gin! |
| put em up lets Win! |
| Here’s a toast to never looking back again |
| This is it my nigga this what we boast about |
| Get your bottle homie po' some out |
| Now i understand every man got a story to tell |
| Buy fuck it i got a story as well |
| Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed |
| Popped by «Dirty Harry"or popped by the cops for the llelo |
| Locked in a cell, who’s to blame? |
| When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain |
| Only a few remains. |
| you talk about struggle |
| With your bubble gum life style, |
| nigga fuck you I’m here today for fam that passed away |
| Bodies' deep six nigga flesh decayed |
| Real cats, who had techs to spray |
| Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight |
| To the grave, that hood life is in me |
| So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie |
| Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya’ll feeling me |
| Straight from the block to the industry |
| So grab ya cups of Beer! |
| put em up lets Cheer! |
| Here’s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here |
| This is it my nigga this what we boast about |
| Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! |
| put em up lets Win! |
| Here’s a toast to never looking back again |
| This is it my nigga this what we boast about |
| Get your bottle homie po' some out |
| Yeah! |
| All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace |
| My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you’ll be home in a minute nigga |
| We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word nigga |
| And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. |
| 313! |
| (ohhh yeah) |