| You just a shiesty ass nigga, O!
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| You never get work from us
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| Come around here we all just gon' fuck you up
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| So damn shiesty, matter fact
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| Nigga what the fuck you want?!
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| Man we gon' fuck yo' ass up
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| Yo, yo
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| Aiyyo I shoot up the block
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| Tell my nigga P front me a quarter rock
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| (What up O? Nigga, ain’t shit for free!)
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| But you know me, I’m Obie, down the street your little homie!
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| (Yeah here man, take it, but remember nigga you owe me)
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| Yeah whatever, how I look payin him back?
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| I keep the scratch, to get my mother mouse traps
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| Chillin with Rich, I might snatch his gat
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| I’m just playin the game man! |
| (Fuck that, gimme my gun back)
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| Shit, where I’m at I gets no respect
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| Done fucked over folks, they wanna break my neck
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| I can’t show my face, always meetin new friends
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| Cause new friends equals new Timbs, they spend
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| What you want Obie? |
| Leave me alone!
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| No you can’t use my fuckin cell phone!
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| What you want Obie? |
| Get off my dick!
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| No you can’t borrow, buy your own shit!
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| «What you want Obie?» |
| Hand-me-downs motherfucker
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| And don’t hand me frowns when I snatch the Timbs sweater
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| Exit the room before me wouldn’t be smart
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| Cause snatchin your personal belongings is my art
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| Get caught? |
| Doubt it
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| I make a nigga believe (I) bought it
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| And change the subject, that’s the object of it
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| Sell representative of self
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| Hit the liquor store, make you forget the fifth on my shelf
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| Cause Obie had yo' mind on some’n else
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| I figure shit, the fifth’s for me!
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| Fuck the third party
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| Me and your bitch can drink the whole fifth Bacardi
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| Fuck her brains out 'til she start payin money
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| I know it sounds self-centered, I’m self-aware
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| But to self-scutinize, I don’t really care
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| «What you want Obie?» |
| Bill Gates to meet
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| So I can purchase tapes from BMG
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| I can get his Hancock, and watch what you see
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| My whole block livin fair like (Prince in Bel-Air)
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| Instead of broken stairs and boarded up window
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| Little Jacques deliver rock in his limo
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| Until then, I’ll utilize friends
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| Catch you slippin, I might be drivin your Benz
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| «What you want Obie?»
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| Yeah, what you want nigga? |
| What you want?
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| All y’all out there, yeah
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| Get your own — get your own
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| These young brothers carryin chromes
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| Ready to come get they shit, yeah
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| You shit on the next man, he gon' shit on you back
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| Knahmean? |
| Sing it to 'em
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| Shit on him he’ll shit you back
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| Without a doubt, I’m off this track |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You Want, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Special Reserve, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп