Obie Trice - Cheers lyrics
[Obie Trice - Cheers lyrics]
A lot of motherfuckers man
Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer
Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy
That's what I'm doin this for (Ooh yeah)
Yeah, we ain't here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dogs that
Didn't make it in the struggle man
(Ooh yeah)
I's remember when I was on
The Ave clutchin them dimes
Gun touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes
Feelin like I'm livin in them lost times
No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya
(ew yeah) palm tight on the Rooster
Old in the face, cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like "O, oh he's a bad case
He won't last
His track record'll do the math"
Crack solicitation on the Avenue is
Not new to your listeners
But this is true, listen up
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else
I might as well give this up, feel me now
From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-der
I done did it all, so I clutch my balls
And notice they still here
So Obie is still here
So Kobe here's to you and daddy's new career
So grab your cups of beer
Put 'em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my
Soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah) now grab your cups of gin
Put 'em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah)
Now I understand every man got
A story to tell
But fuck it, I got a story as well
Growin up where us niggas
Either buried or jail
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by
The cops for they yayo, locked in a cell
Who's to blame when I was
Raised in this hood, where my crew was slain
Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle
With your bubblegum lifestyle
(scratching) nigga fuck you
I'm here today for fam passed away
Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay
Real cats who had techs to spray
Babies to raise
Miss them cradles went straight to the grave
The hood life is in me so I sip the Remy
While my pockets scream "give me"
Lend me your ear
I'm guaranteein y'all feelin me
Straight from the block to the industry
(C'MON)
So grab your cups of beer
Put 'em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my
Soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah) now grab your cups of gin
Put 'em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah)
Yeah, all my homies that's
Deceased rest in peace
My nigga KF Ski, Little Green
P-Funk you'll be home in
A minute nigga, haha, we get it poppin
We got a chance to speak
To the world nigga, haha
And I ain't stoppin
Straight off the craft 313
(Ooh yeah)
Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer
Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy
That's what I'm doin this for (Ooh yeah)
Yeah, we ain't here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dogs that
Didn't make it in the struggle man
(Ooh yeah)
I's remember when I was on
The Ave clutchin them dimes
Gun touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes
Feelin like I'm livin in them lost times
No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya
(ew yeah) palm tight on the Rooster
Old in the face, cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like "O, oh he's a bad case
He won't last
His track record'll do the math"
Crack solicitation on the Avenue is
Not new to your listeners
But this is true, listen up
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else
I might as well give this up, feel me now
From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-der
I done did it all, so I clutch my balls
And notice they still here
So Obie is still here
So Kobe here's to you and daddy's new career
So grab your cups of beer
Put 'em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my
Soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah) now grab your cups of gin
Put 'em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah)
Now I understand every man got
A story to tell
But fuck it, I got a story as well
Growin up where us niggas
Either buried or jail
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by
The cops for they yayo, locked in a cell
Who's to blame when I was
Raised in this hood, where my crew was slain
Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle
With your bubblegum lifestyle
(scratching) nigga fuck you
I'm here today for fam passed away
Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay
Real cats who had techs to spray
Babies to raise
Miss them cradles went straight to the grave
The hood life is in me so I sip the Remy
While my pockets scream "give me"
Lend me your ear
I'm guaranteein y'all feelin me
Straight from the block to the industry
(C'MON)
So grab your cups of beer
Put 'em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my
Soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah) now grab your cups of gin
Put 'em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
This is it my niggas this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
(Ooh yeah)
Yeah, all my homies that's
Deceased rest in peace
My nigga KF Ski, Little Green
P-Funk you'll be home in
A minute nigga, haha, we get it poppin
We got a chance to speak
To the world nigga, haha
And I ain't stoppin
Straight off the craft 313
(Ooh yeah)