Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spill My Drink, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Bottoms Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.04.2012
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
Spill My Drink |
| Yeah… |
| Let me get right |
| Muh’fuckers poppin at me |
| Baby mama say I can’t, be the pappy all this propaganda with my family |
| E’rything I got wasn’t hand to me |
| Had to hit the block so gradually became the man I be (be, be) |
| Sorry that my pop wasn’t a man to me |
| Had to opt for different boyfriends my mammy handed me |
| Performin mammograms on her while I play Atari |
| Scarred me, horribly, horribly |
| Lock that thought out, but at times I lose perspective |
| No disrespect but I was forced to think reckless |
| In and out of courts for usin illegal methods |
| Guess them poor choices left us disconnected |
| The one who points the finger got four for pointin back |
| Nothin can come between us, I’m hopin you knowin that |
| And if I let you down can’t keep holdin it on my back |
| I gotta stay focused where my sanity’s at, sanity’s at |
| Dodgin all these darts in my thoughts I seek |
| Can’t let these people spill my drink |
| I’ma mob like a boss 'til I’m off in my casket’s reach |
| Won’t let these niggaz spill my drink |
| I’m ridin through the city sippin Henny with my thoughts in sync |
| Can’t let these niggaz spill my drink |
| To my niggaz gettin money still hungry tryin to stay on your feet |
| Don’t let these niggaz spill yo' drink (drink, drink) |
| E’rybody lookin at me, like the boy lookin scraggly |
| Since he ain’t with Shady like, e’rything collapsed behind me |
| A contract don’t define me |
| It just reminds me that I’m givin up my paper to sign me |
| And with the dismay of my record release delay I |
| see who was close, somehow they slipped away now |
| Price to pay when you ball then get on your A.I. |
| Crossover was cold, now O’s under the radar |
| To e’rything I cherish gotta be re-established |
| All cause the marriage didn’t succeed, it perished |
| The characters I used to feed all vanished |
| Left me on my knees, bleedin with no bandages |
| No gauze when I fall, but even through it all |
| I handled this way to ball, mechanics is |
| kept at a hundred, them other niggaz is amateurs |
| Guess that’s the law of averages — eww |
| So even when you’re dreamin and I’m, intervenin demons |
| Get to, workin on your inner bein, let 'em know you see 'em |
| When the G that’s within got ya, infra-red schemin |
| Keep me in your head instead, you don’t need to bleed 'em |
| Cause a boat with no anchor is a boat that’s gon' sail |
| You don’t even need them folks, all’s well |
| May they all burn in hell, cause when all else fails |
| You the truth, your blue glass won’t spill |