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Autor: Obie Trice
Album: CHEERS
Song title: Rap Name

[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented
That's cuz a nigga live it
My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness
I got the white boys mad at me
Cuz Em, signed another black boy like he nigga happy
Caucasians, Marshall knows talent
Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
and bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin aye, or how we say it round my way
"Fo sho", Trice gon' blow, then I'm off to them shows
I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll
For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me
Not a soul can hold me, I'm here

[Chorus]
That's why I ain't got no, ("rap name")
The name's ("Obie Trice")
("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")
So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
Rap my living... that's why I ain't got no, ("Rap Name")
The name's ("Obie Trice")
("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")
So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
Rap my living - that's why I ain't got no

[Obie Trice]
It didn't take much - one hot single (BAM!!)
Smiles and handshakes my man
The industry greeted me with open arms
With no type of flak cuz O. Trice got that
Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat?
New wave of mu-zack that your all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Well I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun
Beef? [*cocked and two shots*] best-a run
Cuz when I pop, people's flesh get numb
And whoa.. ya might not make it till ya young
The only one with okay's wanna blaze
Meet my little friends on racks in my den
Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins
And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film
Deserted, that's word to vacant homes
2002 Trice up in ya headphones
([*vocal scratch*] - If it's ya system)
Trice up in ya bows
([*vocal scratch*] - If it's ya women)
Then Trice up in ya hoes!
I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin
with raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me
I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed
Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G!

[Chorus]

[*scratching*]
"rap name" ... "rap name" ... "Obie Trice"
"You can get stomped by Obie..." [

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Obie Trice - Rap Name

[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented
That's cuz a nigga live it
My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness
I got the white boys mad at me
Cuz Em, signed another black boy like he nigga happy
Caucasians, Marshall knows talent
Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
and bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin aye, or how we say it round my way
"Fo sho", Trice gon' blow, then I'm off to them shows
I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll
For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me
Not a soul can hold me, I'm here

[Chorus]
That's why I ain't got no, ("rap name")
The name's ("Obie Trice")
("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")
So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
Rap my living... that's why I ain't got no, ("Rap Name")
The name's ("Obie Trice")
("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")
So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
Rap my living - that's why I ain't got no

[Obie Trice]
It didn't take much - one hot single (BAM!!)
Smiles and handshakes my man
The industry greeted me with open arms
With no type of flak cuz O. Trice got that
Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat?
New wave of mu-zack that your all lovin
Got your broads on my balls huggin
Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
A big cannon in ya G-spot
Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
Whether or not you believe my status
I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Well I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun
Beef? [*cocked and two shots*] best-a run
Cuz when I pop, people's flesh get numb
And whoa.. ya might not make it till ya young
The only one with okay's wanna blaze
Meet my little friends on racks in my den
Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins
And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film
Deserted, that's word to vacant homes
2002 Trice up in ya headphones
([*vocal scratch*] - If it's ya system)
Trice up in ya bows
([*vocal scratch*] - If it's ya women)
Then Trice up in ya hoes!
I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin
with raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me
I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed
Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G!

[Chorus]

[*scratching*]
"rap name" ... "rap name" ... "Obie Trice"
"You can get stomped by Obie..." [

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