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Current version of Obie Trice Lyrics Cheers (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/o/obie-trice/cheers/) Current version of the lyrics |
Version 1 of Obie Trice Lyrics Cheers (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/o/obie-trice/cheers/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics | ||||||||||||
| 1 | A lot of motherfuckers man | [Intro] | 1 | ||||||||||
| 2 | Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer | A lotta' mathafuckas man... | 2 | ||||||||||
| 3 | Lawon, goo serve, little Randy | Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer | 3 | ||||||||||
| 4 | That's what I'm doin' this for | Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy | 4 | ||||||||||
| 5 | That's what I'm doing this for... | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | Yeah, we ain't here to mourn | [Verse 1] | 6 | ||||||||||
| 7 | We here to celebrate | Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate. | 7 | ||||||||||
| 8 | So this one is for all my dogs | So this one is for all my dogs who didn't | 8 | ||||||||||
| 9 | That didn't make it in the struggle man | make it in the struggle man I's remember | 9 | ||||||||||
| 10 | when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | I's remember when I was on a ave, clutchin' 'em dimes | Gut touching my spine, busting my | 11 | ||||||||||
| 12 | Got touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes | rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times, | 12 | ||||||||||
| 13 | Feelin' like I'm livin' in them lost times | No sight of the future | 13 | ||||||||||
| 14 | No sight of the future, damn right I shoot you | Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster | 14 | ||||||||||
| 15 | Palm tight on the rooster | Old in the face cause this hold on my case | 15 | ||||||||||
| 16 | Old in the face, 'cause this hold on my case | Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O? | 16 | ||||||||||
| 17 | Oh he's a bad case, | 17 | |||||||||||
| 18 | Got my growth at a fast pace | He won't last; his track record will do the math | 18 | ||||||||||
| 19 | Old folks like Obie, oh, he's a bad case | Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you | 19 | ||||||||||
| 20 | He won't last, his track record'll do the math | Listeners but this is true | 20 | ||||||||||
| 21 | Crack solicitation on the avenue is not new to your listeners | listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth | 21 | ||||||||||
| 22 | But this is true, listen up | or else i might as well give this up | 22 | ||||||||||
| 23 | I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else | Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows, | 23 | ||||||||||
| 24 | glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls | 24 | |||||||||||
| 25 | I might as well give this up, feel me now | And notice they still here, so Obie is still here | 25 | ||||||||||
| 26 | From rocks to pow-pows, glocks to powder | So Kobe, here's to | 26 | ||||||||||
| 27 | I done did it all, so I clutch my balls | you and daddy's new career | 27 | ||||||||||
| 28 | And notice they still here | [Chorus] | 28 | ||||||||||
| 29 | So Obie is still here | So grab ya cups of Beer! | 29 | ||||||||||
| 30 | So Kobe here's to you and daddy's new career | put em up lets Cheer! | 30 | ||||||||||
| 31 | Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here | 31 | |||||||||||
| 32 | So grab your cups of beer | This is it my nigga this what we boast about | 32 | ||||||||||
| 33 | Put 'em up let's cheer | Get your bottle homie po' some out | 33 | ||||||||||
| 34 | Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here | Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win! | 34 | ||||||||||
| 35 | This is it my niggaz this what we boast about | Here's a toast to never looking back again | 35 | ||||||||||
| 36 | Get your bottles homie, pour some out | This is it my nigga this what we boast about | 36 | ||||||||||
| 37 | Get your bottle homie po' some out | 37 | |||||||||||
| 38 | Now grab your cups of gin | [Verse 2] | 38 | ||||||||||
| 39 | Put 'em up let's win | Now i understand every man got a story to tell | 39 | ||||||||||
| 40 | Here's a toast to never lookin' back again | Buy fuck it i got a story as well | 40 | ||||||||||
| 41 | This is it my niggaz this what we boast about | Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed | 41 | ||||||||||
| 42 | Get your bottles homie, pour some out | Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo | 42 | ||||||||||
| 43 | Locked in a cell, who's to blame? | 43 | |||||||||||
| 44 | Now I understand every man got a story to tell | When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain | 44 | ||||||||||
| 45 | But fuck it, I got a story as well | Only a few remains. you talk about struggle | 45 | ||||||||||
| 46 | Growin' up where us niggaz either buried or jail | With your bubble gum life style, | 46 | ||||||||||
| 47 | Popped by 'Dirty Harry' or popped by the cops for they yayo | nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam that passed away | 47 | ||||||||||
| 48 | Locked in a cell | Bodies' deep six nigga flesh decayed | 48 | ||||||||||
| 49 | Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood | Real cats, who had techs to spray | 49 | ||||||||||
| 50 | Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight | 50 | |||||||||||
| 51 | Where my crew was slain | To the grave, that hood life is in me | 51 | ||||||||||
| 52 | Only a few remains, y'all talk about stuggle | So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie | 52 | ||||||||||
| 53 | With your bubblegum lifestyle, nigga fuck you | Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya'll feeling me | 53 | ||||||||||
| 1 | I'm here today for fam passed away | 1 | |||||||||||
| 2 | Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay | 2 | |||||||||||
| 3 | Real cats who had techs to spray | 3 | |||||||||||
| 4 | 4 | ||||||||||||
| 5 | Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | The hood life is in me | 6 | |||||||||||
| 7 | So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream, 'Give me' | 7 | |||||||||||
| 8 | Lend me your ear | 8 | |||||||||||
| 9 | I'm guarantin' y'all feelin' me | 9 | |||||||||||
| Straight from the block to the industry | Straight from the block to the industry | ||||||||||||
| 54 | [Chorus] | 54 | |||||||||||
| 55 | So grab your cups of beer | So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer! | 55 | ||||||||||
| 56 | Put 'em up let's cheer | Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here | 56 | ||||||||||
| 57 | Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here | This is it my nigga this what we boast about | 57 | ||||||||||
| 58 | This is it my niggaz this what we boast about | Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya | 58 | ||||||||||
| 59 | Get your bottles homie, pour some out | cups of Gin! put em up lets Win! | 59 | ||||||||||
| 60 | Here's a toast to never looking back again | 60 | |||||||||||
| 61 | Now grab your cups of gin | This is it my nigga this what we boast about | 61 | ||||||||||
| 62 | Put 'em up let's win | Get your bottle homie po' some out | 62 | ||||||||||
| 63 | Here's a toast to never lookin' back again | [Outro] | 63 | ||||||||||
| 64 | This is it my niggaz this what we boast about | Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace | 64 | ||||||||||
| 65 | Get your bottles homie, pour some out | My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk | 65 | ||||||||||
| 66 | you'll be home in a minute nigga | 66 | |||||||||||
| 67 | Yeah, all my homies that's deceased rest in peace | We get it popping' I got a chance to | 67 | ||||||||||
| 68 | My nigga KF Ski, little green | speak to the word nigga | 68 | ||||||||||
| 69 | P-Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga | And I aint stopping, straight off | 69 | ||||||||||
| 70 | We get it poppin' | the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah) | 70 | ||||||||||
| 10 | We got a chance to speak to the world nigga | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | And I ain't stopping | 11 | |||||||||||
| 12 | Straight off the craft, three one three | 12 | |||||||||||
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