Stay Bout It

(featuring Olivia & Stat Quo) [Obie Trice] Obie Trice, nigga! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my nigga! Congratulations, another nigga out the hood! I'll vouch for ya, lets go, nigga! [Hook: Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice) This is for my bitches and my dogs Gettin' cheddar fuck the law Stay on ya feet and never crawl STAY BOUT IT! (This is for my niggaz and my hoes) (keep ya head up fuck ya foes) (get ya bread up to ya nose) (Over Corwd It) [Verse 1-Obie Trice] My name is O and to the be-I-E Trife life, entety Envy me, injuries Niggaz who pretend to be Gangs-tah, nigga you's a fake-ah Gettin' money maj-ah, nigga you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature) Never stop gettin' paper though All that 'cho, just waitin' on a ho Gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A schools where asians go Amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold Now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate me hos Never would have fathomed that Big lipped nigga from school Craft Have access to the masses Now they sweatin' them backstage passes Try to give a nigga ass, cause I roll with a gangsa style Where was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (BIATCH!) [Hook] [Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] I am so alive! [Obie Trice-Gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man] I am so high! [Obie Trice-You rollin' up that skunk, I'm off that crunk juice, punk] And I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-Shit, I gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man] And I am so high [Obie Trice-Liven up, then hit that ATL on'em] [Verse 2-Stat Quo] S-T-A-T-Q-you-O With the awkward flow from the AT, do Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hos Ridin' fled, by my grip GMM, that's my clique Fresh fit, new kicks I'm the shit, might see me wit Yo bitch, on the strip Super slick, hate on me eat a dick Born to get plenty chips Is he rich, damn right, every day Every night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi I made this look so easy Signed with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it Tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of bubbly [Hook] [Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] [Verse 3-Obie Trice] Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on that okie-do Dick up in they ass so them hoes know they gotta smoke They know O, ain't for jokes, that's fo' sho So they try to hold on, as long as possible like a rodeo I mean that that dick do so much damage That Obie's not that average, so you gotta pardon me, I'm so savage Gotta lot of bitches wantin' marriage What bitch who? horse in a carrage No bitch that's not obie's status Gotta know my apparatus Pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no lips Strictly prophalactics inside these oversized mag-anums When I'm dickin' down these actresses then Cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they seein' him again [Hook] [Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] [Obie Trice-Liven Up To Get'em (echoed)]