Obie Trice – Some Teeth lyrics

Woo, damn
There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight, boy
I'm about to get drunk
Let's hold down, sleep
Where the bar at?

Okay, okie dokey Obie's here
No more focus, hobo's got a career
And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here
And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear

She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer
Put it to the side and invite here to 'Cheers'
Pull up a chair, swear no drama
Therefore player, you're workin' with a monster

I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place
Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
Concentrate, you will find that you're bound to get
But we found what's fate

We can watch two incredible mates masturbate
Why settle and wait, let's escalate to the nearest who bang
To your rear is on the mirrors
And they smearin' booty cheeks, c'mon

So this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the dj throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth

So this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the dj throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth

Okay, holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin'
And my homies darin' me to approach Karen

She's model material but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathers', baby, bottles and cereal
She holla, 'cause I got a lot of genedio
The dj's playin' Obie song on the steady-o

And she's impaired and she wants to be headin' home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I don't wanna be headin' home
With some double D's full of silicon

Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
Till I flip out and they found me outside
Cussin' at the bitches, screamin' "Off to they rides"

So this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the dj throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth

Okay rolie polies everywhere
Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere
Obesity's glarin' and she got me fearin'
She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literally

Like a box of Cherrios
Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
I'm outta order, 'cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or I'll split

And I ain't got time to play
Let's investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses petite, no window drapes

Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beans
Got ya Opera and jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch

So this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the dj throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth

Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teach, baby
It just wouldn't look right
Look, me big lips

You no teeth, it wouldn't work
You know what I'm sayin'
Haha ha, yeah, I'm feelin' good
Shady Record man, Obie Trice, c'mon