Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got Some Teeth, artist - Obie Trice. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Got Some Teeth |
| Woo! |
| Damn |
| There’s a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy |
| I’m about to get drunk |
| Let’s hold down |
| Where the bar at? |
| Okay, okie dokey Obie’s here |
| No more Focus Hobo’s got a career |
| And I like your brassiere and there’s a party in here |
| And I’m ready to talk naughty in Veronica’s ear |
| She erotic and it’s hot, saw Heineken beer |
| Put it to the side and invite her to «Cheers» |
| Pull up a chair, nigga swear no drama |
| Prepare for a player who’s working with a monster |
| I ain’t got time to waste, let’s vacate the place |
| Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state |
| Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get |
| But we found what’s fate |
| We can watch two incredible mates masturbate |
| Why settle and wait |
| Let’s escalate to the nearest Super 8 |
| And see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin' booty cheeks |
| And this is my favorite song |
| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on |
| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep |
| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth |
| And this is my favorite song |
| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on |
| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep |
| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth |
| Okay holy moly derriere |
| Look around the club booty everywhere |
| She caught me starin |
| And my homies darin me to approach Karen |
| She’s model material, but she got a venereal |
| Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal |
| She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio |
| The DJ’s playin Obie song on the stereo |
| And she’s impaired and she wants to be headin home |
| With the real thing not the dildo clone |
| And I know I don’t wanna be headin home |
| With some double Ds full of silicon |
| Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside |
| Found me outside, clown me outside |
| 'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside |
| Cussin at the bitches screamin «off to they rides!» |
| And this is my favorite song |
| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on |
| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep |
| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huhh) |
| And this is my favorite song |
| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on |
| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep |
| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth |
| Okay rolie polies everywhere |
| Gotta find a slim chick’s atmosphere |
| Obesity’s glarin and she got me fearin |
| She’s gonna come over here and try to eat me literally, like a box of Cheerios |
| Cherry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls |
| I’m outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder |
| So better cover up that blubber or I’ll split |
| (feet running away noise) |
| And I ain’t got time to play |
| Let’s investigate another place today |
| Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape |
| Dresses pettite, no window drapes |
| Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans |
| Got ya Opera and jeans |
| Seems to me a little lean cuisine |
| Wouldn’t hurt much, hot don’t touch |
| And this is my favorite song |
| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on |
| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep |
| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth |
| And this is my favorite song |
| Now sing along when the DJ throws it on |
| And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep |
| And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth |
| Haha, haha, ha |
| You gotta have teeth baby |
| It just wouldn’t look right |
| Look, me big lips |
| You no teeth, it wouldn’t work |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| Haha ha, yeah |
| I’m feelin' good |
| Shady Records man |
| Obie Trice |