Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna Know, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Wanna Know |
Since they wanna know |
Since they wanna know |
I said since they wanna know |
Here’s the formula on O, now lets go |
Since they wanna know |
Since they wanna know |
Second rounds on me |
Obie Trice |
Emil hit em, let’s go |
Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8'' stature |
But Joe ain’t the host my nigga, you have the access to the most |
Noted flow on Shady’s faction |
And I ain’t being cocky, if so accept my apology |
Except, know I process my thoughts logically |
First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami |
But haters like the L, it’s the white boy behind me |
But you couldn’t inhale a flow that’s more grimey |
It would still prevale if another label sign me |
Obie so timely, must Obie remind em |
The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find em |
Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some |
Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us |
A little something different from the homie from Michigan |
Basically, Obie’s ripping on any instrument he’s given, come on |
Since they wanna know |
Since they wanna know |
Since they wanna know |
Since they wanna know |
Four niggas in a whip |
All foes say they ain’t fucking with Trice shit |
Somebody’s lying, I’m undenying, denying me means that |
The driver got influence over you on certain things |
Be destinguished, just cuz you ain’t feeling his favorite emcee |
Don’t mean you speak no English |
Hop out the car, catch the bus |
At least you be established as the man that you are |
I hate to take it so far and so tedious |
But niggas bleed like bitches, I’m truly believing this |
Once a month, they wake up with a Obie tampon |
Inserted in they nuts, give em the flux cuz my bucks is up |
And no this ain’t eBay, so please be easy |
Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo |
Let em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though |
Peep what O’s selling when I hit em with Van Halen |
But it’s just a man from the ghetto rebelling |
Rebel without a cause, cause I’m in them Superman drawers |
Running around the shack momma had us living |
Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing em |
A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented em |
When the system Scrooged just like Lil Tim and em |
Will bless the child who manuevers the censors, then |
Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him |
My visions unlimited, music’s my outlet, I rock a outfit |
For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business |
To get a listener of one, clear description |
If you hearing them, you would catch what I’m pitching |
Guarantee to serve your addiction, c-c-come on |