Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Going No Where , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album Bottoms Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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… |