Obie Trice feat. Eminem-Drips歌詞
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    歌詞出處:http://ssgv4xm.cn
    Prelude:

    Obie...Yo...I'm sick...

    Damn...you straight dog?



    Chorus:

    That's why I ain't got no time

    For these games and stupid tricks

    Or these bitches on my dick

    That's how dudes be getting sick

    That's how dicks' be getting drips

    Falling victims to this shit

    From these bitches on our dicks

    Fucking chickens with no ribs

    That's why I aint got no time...



    Obie Trice:

    Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk

    I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk

    Pussy residue was on my penis,

    Denise from the cleaners

    Fucked me good,

    you should've seen this big booty bitch,

    switch unbearable, french role styling,

    body like a stallion

    Sizing up the figure, while my shit getting bigger

    Debating on a fuck or do I wanna be a nigga

    Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits

    Sippin' on that fine shit, I ain't use to buying

    I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory

    Like taking ho's money, but that's another story

    For surely the pussy on toast, after we toast

    Our clothes fell like Bishop in Juice

    The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my jock

    In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop!

    The response I got when I was knocking it

    Clock steading ticking, kinky finger lickin'

    The can on, semen's at my tip when she moans

    I gotta slow down before I cum soon

    And work that nigga, like a slave owner

    When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her

    She foaming at the lips, the ones between them hips

    Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip

    Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though

    Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks

    We in the final stretch, the last part of sex

    I bust a fat ass nut - then I woke up next

    Like, what the fuck is going on here?

    This bitch evaporated, pussy and all,

    just picked up and vacated

    Now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected

    And doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit

    Fuck



    Chorus:



    Eminem:

    Now I don't wanna hit no woman but this chicks got it coming

    Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach

    And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her

    Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force

    And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort

    But what's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?

    Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?

    Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore

    What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce

    She's having another baby in a month and it's yours

    And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been visiting

    Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips

    When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickenin' worse

    Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse

    So you paranoid at every little cold that you get

    Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been holding your dick

    So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute your in it

    Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace

    And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS

    He ain't even gotta to call in you his office to say it

    So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho

    And when you see her, you're gonna bend her fucking neck back yo

    Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow

    Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?

    Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the Cleaner's

    Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's penis

    She's so deceivin', shit this ho's a genius

    She g'd us



    Chorus:



    I'm busy!



    Fuck these bitches



    Fuck em all



    Get money



    Ha!



    Shady Records



    Obie Trice



    Eminem, mothafucka



    New millenium shit...Yeah



    Turn this shit off



    Turn this shit the fuck off

  • Prelude:

    Obie...Yo...I'm sick...

    Damn...you straight dog?



    Chorus:

    That's why I ain't got no time

    For these games and stupid tricks

    Or these bitches on my dick

    That's how dudes be getting sick

    That's how dicks' be getting drips

    Falling victims to this shit

    From these bitches on our dicks

    Fucking chickens with no ribs

    That's why I aint got no time...



    Obie Trice:

    Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk

    I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk

    Pussy residue was on my penis,

    Denise from the cleaners

    Fucked me good,

    you should've seen this big booty bitch,

    switch unbearable, french role styling,

    body like a stallion

    Sizing up the figure, while my shit getting bigger

    Debating on a fuck or do I wanna be a nigga

    Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits

    Sippin' on that fine shit, I ain't use to buying

    I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory

    Like taking ho's money, but that's another story

    For surely the pussy on toast, after we toast

    Our clothes fell like Bishop in Juice

    The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my jock

    In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop!

    The response I got when I was knocking it

    Clock steading ticking, kinky finger lickin'

    The can on, semen's at my tip when she moans

    I gotta slow down before I cum soon

    And work that nigga, like a slave owner

    When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her

    She foaming at the lips, the ones between them hips

    Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip

    Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though

    Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks

    We in the final stretch, the last part of sex

    I bust a fat ass nut - then I woke up next

    Like, what the fuck is going on here?

    This bitch evaporated, pussy and all,

    just picked up and vacated

    Now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected

    And doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit

    Fuck



    Chorus:



    Eminem:

    Now I don't wanna hit no woman but this chicks got it coming

    Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach

    And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her

    Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force

    And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort

    But what's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?

    Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?

    Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore

    What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce

    She's having another baby in a month and it's yours

    And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been visiting

    Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips

    When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickenin' worse

    Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse

    So you paranoid at every little cold that you get

    Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been holding your dick

    So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute your in it

    Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace

    And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS

    He ain't even gotta to call in you his office to say it

    So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho

    And when you see her, you're gonna bend her fucking neck back yo

    Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow

    Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?

    Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the Cleaner's

    Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's penis

    She's so deceivin', shit this ho's a genius

    She g'd us



    Chorus:



    I'm busy!



    Fuck these bitches



    Fuck em all



    Get money



    Ha!



    Shady Records



    Obie Trice



    Eminem, mothafucka



    New millenium shit...Yeah



    Turn this shit off



    Turn this shit the fuck off