Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Forget Ya, artist - Obie Trice.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never Forget Ya |
Yes I understand I done came a long way |
From huggin them corners to appearin on TV |
From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit’s easy |
But it’s not, it’s a whole lot of bullshit involved |
And truthfully, I’d rather be bullshittin with ya’ll |
But I gotta chase the donuts, cocoa’s growin |
And it’s like oh shit, she was just born |
And now she knowin every song on the radio (radio) |
If I hear another Bow Wow quotable (*laughing*, oh no) |
Grown as ever (yeah), school craft for ever (yeah) |
Recognize real when I stare at ya My niggaz I’m a hold ya down |
Even when I’m not around, I’m just gone for now |
I’ll be back in a while (I'll be back in a while) |
Back in a while, yes (said I’ll be back in a while) |
Back in a while, yes |
(Male Voice) |
My niggaz Koon, and G never forget ya (I will never forget ya) |
John Doe, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Jo Jo, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
P-Funk, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) |
Terry T., I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
My man B, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Strafmoore, Obie will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Lauda, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) |
This is dedicated to my chick friends |
Never stuck in my dick in friends |
Just my down ass bitches, you know who you is Like you know how to get a sucker motherfucker’s riches |
Ya’ll ain’t shit |
And when I touch back home, nigga find me a bitch |
With a fat ass, and no I ain’t dyin a trick |
That’s asinine, I’m on the grind |
And I’m tryin to get rich |
All this a mine so ya’ll got some, get your wigs did |
My ridettes from east to west (yes) |
North to south, stab a bitch for runnin her mouth (ha) |
Five rugrats, big gun in the house |
You run up in you get stretched up out |
(without a doubt) without a doubt |
(it's vicious), it’s vicious |
Oh oh, this go out to all my tataliciouses (woo yeah) |
Yeah (yeah), that’s what I’m talkin about, uh hum |
(Male voice) |
Big homie Creda baby, never forget ya (I will never forget ya) |
Little Meeko, never forget ya (never forget ya) |
My sister Zata, never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Nikki, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) |
Jim Brown, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Young Bratty, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) |
Keena Johnson, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
And now that the album is sold (uh huh), the story unfolds |
Cause I’m probably asleep on your living room flo'(sleep) |
Whether gold or plat, O. Trice always knows to go back (yeah) |
pass the Carnac (pass that shit), crash the Cadillac |
Nigga ain’t shit changed (uh), just a lot a change (uh huh) |
a whole lot a brain (yep, brain), a whole lot a dates (dates) |
a whole lot a thang (and a whole lot a thangs) |
But hey I’m from the D, I got a whole lot a game (got a whole lot a game) |
And I promise, I’m as thorough as you made me Detroit living, I’m in thoroughly with Shady (ohh yeah) |
I make moves 'til them fools come engrave me They crazy, the pistol was cocked, he won’t play me YEAH! |
(Male voice) |
Rest in peace my nigga Lou Green, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Little Randy, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Keith, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Shawn Stringer, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) |
Little Randy, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) |
My nigga Shan, never forget ya (never forget ya) |
All my niggaz that’s gone, never forget ya (never forget ya) |
I love ya’ll, it’s on never forget ya (never forget ya) |
(Male voice) |
Yeah!. |
yeah |
Shady baby! |
haha |
Detroit motherfuckers |
(313 baby) |
That’s right, we in here |
Know what I mean (never forget ya) |
I’ve been seein the struggle my nigga (*harmonizing*) |
I’m rest to go, rest to go, haha (*never forget ya — repeats*) |
I’m rest to go The color ain’t purple, the color is green |
And lets get this money |
Hop-o, haha, yeah |
Momma, right here |