Cheers-Obie Trice
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TXT Cheers-Obie Trice 文本歌词
Artist：obie trice
Songs Title：cheers
A lotta' mathaf**kas man
Who Green Shine Stringer Keith Stringer Lawan U Serv Little Randy
That's what I'm doing this for
Yeah we ain't here to mourn we here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dogs who didn't
Make it in the struggle man I's remember
When I was on the Ave clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine busting my
Rhymes Feeling like i'm living in them lost times
No sight of the future
Damn right I would shoot ya palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like ＂O
Oh he's a bad case
He won't last; his track record will do the math
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is true
Listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
Or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now from rocks to pow pows
Glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls
And notice they still here so Obie is still here
So Kobe here's to
You and daddy's new career
So grab ya cups of Beer
Put em up lets Cheer
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my ni**a this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin put em up lets Win
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my ni**a this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy f**k it i got a story as well
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed
Popped by ＂Dirty Harry＂ or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell who's to blame
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains you talk about struggle
With your bubble gum life style
Ni**a f**k you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six ni**a flesh decayed
Real cats who had techs to spray
Babies to raise missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave that hood life is in me
So I sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air i'm guaranteeing ya'll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry
So grab ya cups of Beer put em up lets Cheer
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my ni**a this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin put em up lets Win
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my ni**a this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Yeah All my homies thats deceased rest in peace
My ni**a Champsky lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute ni**a
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word ni**a
And I ain't stopping straight off the crab 313 （ohhh yeah）
