Drips Lyrics

Drips

Prelude
Obie... Yo... Im sick / Damn... You straight
dog?

Chorus
That's why I ain't got no time. For these games and
stupid tricks/Or these bitches on my dick. That's how dudes be getting sick/
That's how dicks be getting drips. Falling victims to this shit/From these
bitches on our dicks, fucking chickens with no ribs/That's why I ain't got no
time...

Verse 1 (Obie Trice)
Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I
drunk. I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk/pussy residue was on my
penis, Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you shoulda seen this/big
booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body like a stallion/Sizin
up the figure while my shit's getting bigger, debatin' on a fuck or do I want to
be her nigga/Caressin'this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits, sippin' on
that fine shit I ain't used to buyin'/I gotta hit it from behind, its
mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but that's another story/For surely, the
pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice/The womb
beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock in that spot hotter than the
hottest block/ Don't Stop! The response I got when I was knockin' it, clock
steady tickin', kinky finger lickin'/and can on, semen's at my tip when she
moans. I gotta slow down before I cum soon/ and work that nigga like a slave
owner. When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her/She foamin'
at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin' like some sour
cream dip/without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though, pussy tighter than
conditions of us black folks/We in the final stretch, the last part of sex. I
bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next/like what the fuck is goin' on here,
this bitch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and vacated/Now I'm
frusturated cuz my dick was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin me I really
got that shit

Chorus

Verse 2 (Eminem)
Now I don't wanna hit no
woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this bitch, before she
gets kicked in the stomach/and she's pregnant, buts she's eggin' me on, beggin'
me to throw her off the steps of this porch/my only weapon is force and I don't
wanna resort to any violence of any sort. But what's she shovin' me for?/
Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the
door?/Man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore. What would you
do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce?/She's havin' another baby in a
month, and it's yours, and you find out it isn't cus this bitch has been
visitin' someone else/and suckin' his dick and kissin' you on the lips when you
get back, to Michigan, now the plot is thickenin' worse/cus you feel like you've
been stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse/so you paranoid at every little cold
that you get, ever since they told you this shit, you've been holdin' your
dick/so you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it, then the doctor
comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace/and it's obvious to everyone in the
lobby it's AIDS, he ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it/so you
jet back home, cus you gon' get that hoe, when you see her, you gon' bend her
fuckin' neck back, yo/cus you love her, you never would expect that blow, Obie
told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?/Jesus, I don't believe this,
bitch works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's
penis/she's so deceivin', shit this hoe's a genius,she g'd
us...

Chorus

I'm Busy
Fuck these Bitches
Fuck'em all, Get
Money
Shady Records, Obie Trice
Eminem, muthafucka
New millenium
shit... Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the fuck off