Obie Trice f/ Nate Dogg - Follow My Life Lyrics |
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Lyrics: [Intro - Obie talking] Yeah! [echo], uh Let ya'll niggaz know me Yeah, WOO! [Verse 1] Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered Big lips, popped out placenta Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither Pop leaves sh** but a name - Obie Elementary homie that's how it started In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart F*** niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched My motherf***in momma bangin me harder 'Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow' That's what she told me, 'little punk, blame that on your father' So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick Split a motherf***er's sh** for tryin to f*** with the kid Get a little older, hair on my d***, now I'm curious Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry Allowance, nigga that ain't man sh** Cowards, nigga that ain't man sh** I had to prove to myself How these niggaz same age as me calculatin this wealth So I got me a clique and niggaz what? Workin one sixteenth, like 'nigga we can clean up' [Chorus - 2X] Follow my life, homie from start 'til now Only my motherf***in momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all this sh** that I done put her through I speak through her straight to you, motherf***ers [Skit - Obie talking] Two for one, here, here take this, two for one Quit switching d***s, holla at me, see you f*** with [Verse 2] Summer '94, I'm gettin a little dough Taller than my momma, so I'm listenin to her nose I'm listenin to them hoes scream 'O!' And I'm listenin to them O's go CHOP! P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime I call her auntie, she cop three at a time Throw a extra bump bringin cline I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind F*** a steady job, I'm tryin I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes Give a f*** about the radar on me [police sirens] Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me? [Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background] [Cop] - Get off the god damn truck! [Obie Trice] - F*** you, yo I ain't did sh** [Cop] - Put your f***ing hands in the air! [Obie Trice] - bi***! [Chorus - 2X] [Outro - Obie talking (echo)] Yeah, all my of life Only my momma know Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherf***ers More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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