Got Some Teeth (censored) Lyrics

Got Some Teeth (censored)

Wew!

D*mn!

Alotta b*tches up in here tonight boy!

I'm bout ta get drunk!

Throw down!

Where da ballers at?!

(Verse 1)

O.K. okey dokey Obie's here

No more focus on hoes dat got a career

And I like ya persire 

There's a party in here

And I'm ready ta talk naughty in Veronica's ear

She arotic and hot so a Hieniken beer

Pull her ta da side and invite her ta Cheers

Pull up a chair swear no drama

Prepare fa a player workin witta monster

I ain't got time ta waste

Let's vacate

Wit blinds and drapes

Blind to ya face 

In da grind me state

Concentrate

You o find dat you bound da bate

We found da space

We can watch 2 incredible mace masterbate

Why settle and wait

Let's escalate

To da nearest apay

Se ya reerers 

On da mirrors

In deez mirror booty chicks!

(Chorus)

Dis is my favorite song 

Now sing along

When da D.J. throws it on

And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep

Wake up hoppin dat she got some teeth!

(Verse 2)

O.K. holy moly dary air

Look around da club booty everywhere

She caught me starin 

And my homeys darin

Ta aprouch Karen 

She's my material

But she got a banario

Tons o baby fathers holdin bottles and cerial

She holla cause I got alot a danadio

And da D.J.'s playin Obie's song on da sterio

And she apears like she wants da be headin home

Wit da real thang not da dildo clone

And I know I don't wanna be headin home 

Wit some double D's fulla cylacone

Ten hood-rat chinks gon surround me outside 

Found me outside

Clown me outside

Till I flipped out and dey found me outside

Kussin at da b*tches sayin off to da side!

(Verse 3)

O.K. rolly pollys everywhere

Gotta get inside dis chicks atmosphere

Obie's blarin

Got me fearin

Dat she o come over here and try ta eat me literal

ly

Like a box a cheerios

Eat da cupcakes and chocolate tootsie rolls

I'm on da order

Cause I got a big girl disorer

So I gotta cover up dat blub before I split

And I ain't got time ta play

Let's investigate

Another place ta date

Dey less await

In da dress dey shape

Dress is pateat no window drapes

Word ta mother

Dat *** **** ocer and beans

Got chya Oprah in jeans

Seems ta me 

a low Lean Quizeen

Wouldn't hurt much

Ah don't touch!

Ha ha ha ha!

You gotta have teeth baby!

It just wouldn't look right!

Look me big lips!

You no teeth!

It wouldn't work ya know what I'm sayin!

Ha ha ha!

Yeah!

I'm feelin good!

Shady records man!

Obie Trice!

C'mon!