Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hands On You , by - Obie Trice. Release date: 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! |