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Oh! (Album Version|Explicit)

Obie Trice
2003-01-011:22 minSynced lyrics

"Oh! (Album Version|Explicit)" is a song by Obie Trice, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:22 long and contains 22 lines and 189 words.

Lyrics

0:21Yeah Obie Trice real name no gimmicks
0:25I came in the game profane no image
0:27I came in the game with a name
0:29I was given from a mayn who ain't give a f**k about his child-ren
0:33I proclaim the name though never in vain no
0:36Watch the change grow a young ni**a who didn't gain from fame
0:40Copped the Range Ro' now they want my brains on the main road
0:43They don't understand what I came for
0:46How I came fo' with a million sold
0:48Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold
0:50Gettin money like Ross Perot
0:52I'm often told a coffin's the routes I go
0:56Oh that's the road you on oh no
0:58I'm down for the rifle tone the fo fo
1:01Don't ever try to send a ni**a home no no
1:04I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
1:06Show me that your loco put holes in my photo
1:09NOPE HOPE hold toast no jokes send slugs through your Polo
1:15Just cause our thug roll solo
1:17And po' zone grown folk be a cold negro
1:20Be-low your grieved up people
1:22Be-lieve that the boy
Yeah  Obie Trice  real name no gimmicks
I came in the game  profane no image
I came in the game  with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a f**k about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though  never in vain no
Watch the change grow  a young ni**a who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro'  now they want my brains on the main road
They don't understand what I came for
How I came fo'  with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Ross Perot
I'm often told  a coffin's the routes I go
Oh that's the road you on  oh no
I'm down for the rifle  tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to send a ni**a home  no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE   HOPE   hold toast  no jokes  send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
And po' zone grown folk  be a cold negro
Be-low  your grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy

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