Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoodrats, artist - Obie Trice. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hoodrats |
| I know that ain’t my homie over there |
| Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker |
| Well |
| Obie! |
| Is somebody calling you? |
| Nah, nah |
| Obie! |
| One ball |
| All I’m sayin is I don’t even know the situation. |
| You know her? |
| No, uh uh, I don’t know that bitch |
| Obie don’t act like you can’t see me |
| Well she’s calling your name |
| Turn around and look at me |
| Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh |
| Who is this bitch? |
| What the fuck! |
| Security! |
| Security! |
| Let me go! |
| Come on ma’am |
| Tanisha get my purse |
| Get her outta here |
| Get my purse! |
| Get her the fuck outta here! |
| Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch |
| Get that bitch outta here man |
| Obie! |
| Obie! |
| You know I’m having your babies |
| They twins, one look just like you, let me go! |
| And one of them look like your brother, ok let me go! |
| My hoodrat’s fatal, they not stable |
| I could be at a dinner table |
| with 'Union Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval |
| Look at my rat like she act brand new |
| «Hey boo, how are you?» |
| Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room |
| You see me with Pocahontas |
| I ain’t tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain’t tryin be bothered |
| You got a brain, define honors in college |
| You’d rather define how your knowledge in chronic |
| I’m tryin step my game up a notch bitch |
| Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch |
| She hot and your not, so stop bitch |
| Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit |
| How could you be here? |
| Why don’t you leave here |
| I ain’t tryin to see you everytime at my show |
| I got a piece here, you ain’t gotta speak there |
| You know how we get down on the low |
| Your playin me cheap here |
| Tonight I don’t drink beer |
| I got a bottle, so it’s time for you to go |
| You’s the freak here, you don’t know me here |
| She’s a model, you my late night ho |
| They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club |
| With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad |
| Then they wanna brag and say «already had 'em |
| He ain’t shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl) |
| Plus 50 Cent’s like ten times badder (girl) |
| D-12 shouldn’t of had him on they album"(girl) |
| That’s what I get just for stabbin them hoes |
| They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes |
| Ya’ll knew O before for new hoes, but since it’s a new ho |
| Just act like you never knew O, boo |
| We still crew, we just the same (uh huh) |
| Just not tonight, you don’t know my name (you don’t know me) |
| Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin |
| When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn) |
| Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh) |
| And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH) |
| This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful |
| My advice keep your mouth on muffle |
| Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle |
| This is for the rats, go on with that (go on) |
| Quit actin like you smokin that crack |
| Cause he pokin that chick, you ain’t ownin on shit |
| Ain’t no rings on that finger |
| And every nigga in the hood ain’t triple teamed her |
| That’s right, ha, you see me at the club |
| with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker |
| Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys |
| Haha, you don’t know me |
| Don’t say shit, you know who I’m talking to |
| All my hoodrat bitches |
| Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta |
| Haha, all ya’ll |
| I’m straight, Obie Trice |