Obie Trice, Stat Quo, Olivia - Stay Bout It lyrics

Obie Trice
Nigga! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my nigga!
Congratulations, another nigga out the hood!
I'll vouch for ya, lets go, nigga!

This is for my bitches and my dogs
Gettin' that cheddar fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and never crawl
STAY BOUT IT!
(This is for my niggas and my hoes)
(keep ya head up fuck ya foes)
(get ya bread up to ya nose, Over Crowd It)

My name is O and to the B-IE
Trife life, entety envy me, injuries
Niggas who pretend to be
Gangs tah, nigga you's a fake ah
Gettin' money maj ah
Nigga you can hate if it's ya nate-ch ah
(nature) never stop gettin' paper though
All that 'cho, just waitin' on a ho
Gotta raise cocoa
Put her in grade-A schools where asians go
Amazing, two years retro
And in a vacant home where the aafes sold
Now a nigga's on the road
Sellin' out major shows, hate me hoes
Never would have fathomed that
Big lipped nigga from school Craft
Have access to the masses
Now they sweatin' them backstage passes
Try to give a nigga ass
Cause I roll with a gangsa style
Where was you at when I was on the ave
Tryin' to get cash up (BIATCH)

This is for my bitches and my dogs
Gettin' that cheddar fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and never crawl
STAY BOUT IT!
(This is for my niggas and my hoes)
(keep ya head up fuck ya foes)
(get ya bread up to ya nose, Over Crowd It)
I am so alive! Gotta get that money man
And ain't a thang funny man
I am so high! You rollin' up that
Skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk
And I spy I feel so alive Shit
I gotta get that money man
And ain't a thang funny man
And I am so high Liven up
Then hit that ATL on'em

S T-A T-Q-U-O
With the awkward flow from the AT, do
Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll
Fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hoes
Ridin' fled, by my grip
GMM, that's my clique fresh fit, new kicks
I'm the shit, might see me wit
Yo bitch, on the strip
Super slick, hate on me eat a dick
Born to get plenty chips
Is he rich, damn right, every day
Every night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi
I made this look so easy
Signed with E & D the recipe
How can you not love it
Tipsy off that hennesy
And other types of bubbly

This is for my bitches and my dogs
Gettin' that cheddar fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and never crawl
STAY BOUT IT!
(This is for my niggas and my hoes)
(keep ya head up fuck ya foes)
(get ya bread up to ya nose, Over Crowd It)
I am so alive! Gotta get that money man
And ain't a thang funny man
I am so high! You rollin' up that
Skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk
And I spy I feel so alive Shit
I gotta get that money man
And ain't a thang funny man
And I am so high Liven up
Then hit that ATL on'em

Obie keep a couple hoes
Tokin' on that okie do
Dick up in they ass so them
Hoes know they gotta smoke
They know O, ain't for jokes, thats fo' sho
So they try to hold on
As long as possible like a rodeo
I mean that that dick do so much damage
That Obie's not that average, so
You gotta pardon me, i'm so savage
Gotta lot of bitches wantin' marriage
What bitch who? horse in a carriage
No bitch thats not obie's status
Gotta know my apparatus
Pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no lips
Strictly prophalactics inside these
Oversized mag-anums
When i'm dickin' down these actresses then
Cut'em like John Singleton
In a matress askin' him when
They seein' him again

This is for my bitches and my dogs
Gettin' that cheddar fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and never crawl
STAY BOUT IT!
(This is for my niggas and my hoes)
(keep ya head up fuck ya foes)
(get ya bread up to ya nose, Over Crowd It)

I am so alive! Gotta get that money man
And ain't a thang funny man
I am so high! You rollin' up that
Skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk
And I spy I feel so alive Shit
I gotta get that money man
And ain't a thang funny man
And I am so high Liven up
Then hit that ATL on'em

Liven Up To Get'em