Hoodrats lyrics

Artist  : Obie Trice 
Song : Hoodrats



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[Skit]
[Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie
over there
[Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the
motherfucker
[Woman w/ Obie:] Well
[Woman
#1:] Obie!
[Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody
calling you?
[Obie:] Nah, nah
[Woman #1:]
Obie! One ball
[Obie:] All I'm sayin is I
don't even know the situation .
[Woman w/
Obie:] You know her?
[Obie:] No, uh uh, I
don't know that bitch
[Woman #1:] Obie don't
act like you can't see me
[Woman w/ Obie:]
Well she's calling your name
[Woman #1:] Turn
around and look at me
[Obie:] Oh shit, Candice
this is Sheneneh
[Woman #1:] Who is this
bitch?
[smack, crashing noises]
[Obie:]
What the fuck! Security! Security!
[Woman #1:]
Let me go!
[Security:] Come on ma'am
[Woman
#1:] Tanisha get my purse
[Obie:] Get her
outta here
[Woman #1:] Get my
purse!
[Obie:] Get her the fuck outta
here!
[Security:] Yo, get to her man, need
some help with this bitch
[Obie:] Get that
bitch outta here man
[Woman #1:] Obie! Obie!
You know I'm having your babies
[Woman #1:]
They twins, one look just like you, let me
go!
[Woman #1:] And one of them look like your
brother, ok let me go!

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse
2]
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)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]

[Obie
Trice - talking]
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