Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands On You, artist - Obie Trice.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hands On You |
Babe uh, yeah! |
Girl, you my only one though aight, haha |
You my baby, fuck all that shit |
You’re the one for me Check it out. |
Baby I’m feeling the feelings you giving, I’m feelin your style |
And I’m willing to let my guard down to figure you out |
I’m picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling |
Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands |
Cause the vibe you giving me now |
Feels like I’m an innocent child |
Sinning is never tempting when other womens around |
Hands down, this is my vow |
I never heard a moan sound so profound |
When a nigga’s digging you out, phone rings |
You cuss them motherfuckers out, quit calling the house! |
If I call, you’re in route |
There’s a drought, you look out |
I’m on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze |
Please believe I ain’t scared of commitment |
Fuck head from them bitches! |
When you could do the same, but that respect is given |
Our intimacy is significantly different |
(Obie Trice) |
You gon ride for me (you gon ride?) |
Then I’m gon ride for you (I'm gon ride) |
If you put your mouth on me (put it on me) |
I’m a put my mouth on you |
Together there ain’t nothing we can’t do (there's nothing) |
Any problem we can see it through (we see it through) |
Baby if you promise to be true (you promise?) |
I will never put my hands on you |
Come on and think about it We ain’t even got to talk when we see each other |
We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers |
You my lover, I’m your friend, I’m your man, but I’m sayin |
Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand |
Visions of you having my little man |
We joke, you call me George Foreman |
Cause I’m namin him O number four, me I’m three |
Plus the ol’G like the personality, she say it’s meant to be |
I’m in the bathroom when you pee |
She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo doo, you my boo boo |
There’s nothing in this world that a nigga wouldn’t do to Satisfy — this my bitch that ride |
My bitch wit the pistol in the ride |
A nigga act up she busting, she ain’t got to decide |
No discussion, she’ll put a slug in a tough niggaz muffin |
You’re fucking wit her husband |
Come on and think about it You got a ring about it Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage |
Drama we overcome it if we out numbered |
I promise it’ll be us against a hundred |
Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanutbutter |
Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach |
Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper |
Enough to call O her Baby Father |
You ain’t gotta bother bout a deal, I swear I keep it real |
Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal |
It’s signed and sealed, you the only female |
Hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail |
Post bail and post up for sale |
I swore, I swear we will always live well |
Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills |
Who’s gon stop up? |
nobody! |
we’s that deal |
(Obie Trice) |
If you gon stand by me (if you gon stand by me) |
Then I’m gon stand by you (then I’m gon stand by you) |
If you promise you’ll be true |
Then I’ll never put my hands on you (hands down) |
But! |
don’t you play me for no fool (no fool) bitch! |
Cause if I put my mouth on you (on you) |
After you put your mouth on someone else |
Better find someone else new |
Come on and think about it Yeah. |
Obie Trice |
Shady! |