On & On

Ha ha! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah!
 Aiyyo-yo, aiyyo-yo!
 Obie Trice, yo!
 Nuttin nice, yo!
 Where the fuck, my niggaz at
 Check check yo
 I had a vision to conquer the world with lyrical incisions on your brain
 And blow this rap game
 duce myself, the name's Obie Trice
 Caramel complected, stay the hell away from vice
 The fifth Spice, without a coochie
 Never had lucci, Coogi or Gucci
 Unruly, roll with niggaz that be moody
 Talkin loud at the movies, checkin out your mom's booty
 Don't fuck with cats that's fruity
 Pull out the toolie on a nigga with a irregular size dukey
 Sellin rocks to Pookie
 Got my pockets fat, so fat at times it gets spooky
 Makin moves with the uzi
 In a truck when I scoop up the cutie from a different hood that I be
 Raunchy, never drink Spumantie, it make me sick
 Drunk it once, farted, truthfully shitted
 Pitted, every time I piss for P.O.
 So THC remains in the urine flow
 "On and on"
 "Obie Trice"
 "My rhymes could never be compared to yours"
 "On and on and on and on"
 "And on and on and on-on-on"
 "I was born to rip a." - "Microphone"
 "On and on, on and on, on and on and on, on"
 I'm too much - the type of kid that'll take your car
 Burn out your clutch and really wouldn't give a fuck
 A grunt, grudge holder, slug thrower
 Mean-mug ignore ya, I just feed you to the boa
 Bullshitter, when bitches bossy over dick
 I tell 'em quit that, stand back, get off my shit
 Thick lips, known for fuckin titty bar tricks
 Nice size hips with a dozen of Ray Ray kids
 Runnin the block like Bébé Kids in Atlanta
 Hot! My temperature be Tony Montana
 Y'all niggaz never smoke 'bama, speak with broken grammar
 And if you talk shit I'ma slam ya
 "On and on"
 "Obie Trice"
 "My rhymes could never be compared to yours"
 "I was born to rip a." - "Microphone"
 "On and on and on, on"
 Backs out ya tweeters, stage dive, me and Colt Seavers
 Pullin out heaters on disbelievers
 Grow like a Chia
 Pettin all pussies non-poison, givin out gonorrhea
 You can find me here, in ya ink
 Open up notebooks and sink, deep between the sheets
 We'll meet, "mano y mano"
 Crack you with the 40-ounce bottle, until my style up full throttle
 Offend MC's, that's the motto
 Once I'm in this rap game ridin tracks, me in my Tahoe
 Shippin platinum, Obie the (Well Known Asshole)
 Fuck with it though, I guarantee a great asset
 "On and on"
 "Obie Trice"
 "Could never be compared to yours"
 "On and on and on and on"
 "On and on and on-on-on"
 "I was born to rip a." - "Microphone"
 "On and on and on, on"