Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everywhere I Go, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Everywhere I Go |
Yeah |
Ride wit me |
Come ride wit Trice, man |
I brought my man wit me |
Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) |
Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' |
Holla at 'em |
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be |
It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie |
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be |
It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie |
They say Obie Trice gone, look at him |
Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him? |
Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs |
My nigga, listen, his transitions shows his ambitions |
Nuttin less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing |
Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher |
Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures |
Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches |
It’s hard to grasp the situation at hand |
When you used to have to ask for digits |
Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets |
Classic isn’t it? |
Coming from a past with a casket |
Dips from beneathe the grass, so you’re cremated to ashes |
Nigga, created from the Craft, this is past fictious |
Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen' visit |
And now the spotlight’s on Trice |
But back when the spot life was Trice |
I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite |
Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white |
To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal |
But being across the ocean is la vida loca |
And vada loco, I’m in Janayo |
Konecheewa in Tokyo, it’s sushi with eel |
I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil |
Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill |
Now how real is he to come from where we get killed |
To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out |
I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be |
Offering me the cooch-o, eating on ossobuco |
Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin |
And never get to see what the world’s offering |
Yeah |
Things change man |
You know, get a chance to travel |
See the world and you start to look at things a lil different |
You ain’t bullshitting |
Cuz I ain’t never thought I’d see it out the hood |
Heh, look at a nigga now |