Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going No Where, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Bottoms Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.04.2012
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
Going No Where |
You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy |
You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy |
Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me |
I ain’t going nowhere right now… |
It’s the fo' pound bandit |
The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded |
Goddanmit O Trice’s back |
And Oh, they so adamant I’m still at it |
You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill |
But O is so accurate over this Mathers track |
It’s never inadequate I swear these haters need to chill |
It’s SO automatic that he is above average |
Jesus of Nazareth’s reached his soul and so |
He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen and a pad and the |
alphabet to get ahead |
Niggas mad cuz he single handledly getting this bread |
Bitches is in his bed, bullet still in his head |
I’m back, fully loaded I’m ready to let off lead |
Metal is heavy and I’m ready to let it all rip |
The return of the vigilante on that big party and bullshit |
You dig? |
The kid’s back you biatch |
You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy |
You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy |
Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me |
I ain’t going nowhere right now… |
I don’t suffer the whispers of these envious niggas |
Mad cuz his nuts not in my denim |
Wanna be him so much they send slugs to kill him |
And keep it on the hush not to become a victim |
Vicious, niggas I rid them |
I spit, piss on the statistics on that bullshit |
I pull up muzzle yell, send the bezel berg back to here |
I’mma thug, I’mma clap him till he fail and he fall |
I’mma ball, I’m a beast, I’m the streets |
I’m the reason you a broad, I’mma boss, I’m me |
Obie bout that change, get rich fast |
The Claude Van Damme of the game: Kick ass |
Trapped until a nigg get out of 'Caine |
And bounce back like whiplashes |
And dump my cigar ashes on you asses |
It’s still Trice and Mathers all that matters |
Call that other madness, past us |
This is passion |
You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy |
You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy |
Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me |
I ain’t going nowhere right now… |
My feet up, I read up |
Read up on a MC who fordid, a overachiever |
My Visa tease them in that villa overseas in that B1W with mamacita |
G’d up, Jesus my cheese keep reaching up |
Planted the seed and then it beamed up |
The bean stalk being tall |
Now I’m balling on these motherfucking peanuts |
Huh, the demons wanna deliver me |
Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery |
But back on you faggots nigga ain’t no sympathy |
I don’t fuck with you actors I do mine differently |
Trice made history, now all these fake niggas wanna mention me |
Couldn’t wait till I break in this with my entity |
It don’t even interest me, I’mma keep my energy spitting |
Obie is in this to win this and that’s the ending |
You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy |
You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy |
Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me |
I ain’t going nowhere right now… |