(feat. Timbaland)



[Intro]

[strached "Obie"]



[Chorus - Timbaland]

He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"

Said she want to roll and get to know Obie

Claming that she love everything that he do, heeeey

He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"

Said she want to roll, and get to know Obie

Claming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey



[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]

Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights

Writing to the microphone life, yeah this is right

This is less stringuest niggaz, this is tight

This is more dividends niggaz, get it right

Stomping like Timberlands niggaz, a pair of Nikes

But this is more Timbaland nigga and Obie Trice

The combination is invading stations, air waves

And rest haven on your listeners membranes (woo!)

I done payed some change, I got Timbo

This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simple

Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo

Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more limbo

Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirley Temple

With that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimple

On her ass hanging out, nigga advance

This a world of a night, better start with the pants



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]

Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (motion)

Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then I.V. Profin

Adios when (os when)

I fucked them thighs, who influenced with the game that was spoken

I'ma make sure she open (open)

Mnage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growing

And she's hoein' (hoein')

And I'm ignoring' the lies she throwing', how she won't perform?

I feed her a blunt throw on the "Quiet Storm"

She repeatedly cum, insistently all morn'

And she needed cause fu