Obie Trice - Hoodrats lyrics

My hoodrat's fatal, they not stable

I could be at a dinner table

with 'Union Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval

Look at my rat like she act brand new

"Hey boo, how are you?"

Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room

You see me with Pocahontas

I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain't tryin be bothered

You got a brain, define honors in college

You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic

I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch

Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch

She hot and your not, so stop bitch

Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit

How could you be here? Why don't you leave here

I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show

I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there

You know how we get down on the low

Your playin me cheap here

Tonight I don't drink beer

I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go

You's the freak here, you don't know me here

She's a model, you my late night ho

They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club

With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad

Then they wanna brag and say "already had 'em

He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl)

Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl)

D-12 shouldn't of had him on they album" (girl)

That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes

They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes

Ya'll knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho

Just act like you never knew O, boo

We still crew, we just the same (uh huh)

Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me)

Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin

When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn)

Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh)

And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH)

This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful

My advice keep your mouth on muffle

Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle

This is for the rats, go on with that (go on)

Quit actin like you smokin that crack

Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit

Ain't no rings on that finger

And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her

That's right, ha, you see me at the club

with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker

Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys

Haha, you don't know me

Don't say shit, you know who I'm talking to

All my hoodrat bitches

Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta

Haha, all ya'll

I'm straight, Obie Trice