obie trice feat. eminem °drips Lyrics

Intro:

Eminem:

Obie, Yo?

Obie Trice:

I'm sick

Eminem:

d___, you straight dog?

Obie Trice:

*Coughin'*
b____es
Gettin' sick

Chorus:

That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these b____es on my d___
That's how dudes be gettin' sick
That's how d___s be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this s___
From these b____es on our d___s
f___in' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time

Obie Trice:

Yo, I woke up, f___ed up off the liquor I drunk
I had a bag of tha skunk, one and last night's tunk
p____ residue was on my p____
Denise from the cleanas
f___ed me good, you shoulda seen us
Big booty b____, switch unbearable, French role stylin', body like a Stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my s___ gettin' bigga
Debatin' on to f___, or do I wanna be a n____
Caressin' this b____, plus I'm checkin' out them t__s
Sippin' on that fine s___
I ain't use to buyin'
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like takin' ho's money, but that's anutha story
For surely ya p____ on toast, afta we toast
her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beata, clean p____ eata, insertin' my jock
In that spot hotta than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knockin' it
Clocks steadin' tickin', kinky finga lickin'
Then carryin on, semin's at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I c__ soon
And work that n____, like a slave owna
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foamin' at them lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's lookin' like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my d___ hit the spot though
p____ tighta than conditions of us black folks
we in the final stretch, the last part of s__
I bust a fat a__ nut - then I woke up next
Like, what the f___ is goin' on here?
This b____ evaporated, p____ and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated cause my d___ was unprotected
And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that s___
f___

Chorus (2x)

Eminem:

Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chick's got it comin'
Someone betta get this b____ 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw 'er
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But what's she shovin' me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door?
Man I'm this close to goin' toe to toe with this w____
What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce
She's havin' another baby of the month and it's yours
And you found it isn't 'cuz this b____ has been visitin'
Someone else and suckin' his d___ and kissin' you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan
Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
'Cuz you feel like you've been stickin' your f___in' d___ in a hearse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
Eva since they sold you this s___, you've been holdin' your d___
So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it
Then the doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace *hahahaha*
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's AIDS
He ain't even gotta call in you his office to say it
So you jet back home, 'cuz you gon' get that ho
And when you see 'er, you're gonna bend 'er f___in' neck back yo
'Cuz you love 'er, you neva would've expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this b____ works at the cleanas
Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's p____
She's so deceivin', s___ this ho's a genious
She gee'd us

Chorus (2x)

Outro:

Eminem:

"I'm busy!"

Obie Trice:

Yeah, f___ these b____es

Eminem:

f___ 'em all"

Obie Trice:

Get money

Eminem:

Ha!

Obie Trice:

Shady Records

Eminem:

Woo!

Obie Trice:

Obie Trice
Eminem m____fucka
*Hissing sounds*
New millenium s___
Yeah
Turn this s___ off
Turn this s___ the f___ off