Hoodrats Lyrics

Hoodrats lyrics

[Skit]
[Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there
[Obie:] Keep
sendin pages to the motherfucker
[Woman w/ Obie:] Well
[Woman #1:]
Obie!
[Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody calling you?
[Obie:] Nah,
nah
[Woman #1:] Obie! One ball
[Obie:] All I'm sayin is I don't even know
the situation .
[Woman w/ Obie:] You know her?
[Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't
know that bitch
[Woman #1:] Obie don't act like you can't see me
[Woman
w/ Obie:] Well she's calling your name
[Woman #1:] Turn around and look at
me
[Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh
[Woman #1:] Who is this
bitch?
[smack, crashing noises]
[Obie:] What the fuck! Security!
Security!
[Woman #1:] Let me go!
[Security:] Come on ma'am
[Woman #1:]
Tanisha get my purse
[Obie:] Get her outta here
[Woman #1:] Get my
purse!
[Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here!
[Security:] Yo, get to her
man, need some help with this bitch
[Obie:] Get that bitch outta here
man
[Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies
[Woman #1:]
They twins, one look just like you, let me go!
[Woman #1:] And one of them
look like your brother, ok let me go!

[Verse 1]
My hoodrat's fatal,
they not stable
I could be at a dinner table
with 'Union Gabrielle', fine
as hell, pierce in the naval
Look at my rat like she act brand new
"Hey
boo, how are you?"
Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the
room
You see me with Pocahontas
I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly
I ain't tryin be bothered
You got a brain, define honors in college
You'd
rather define how your knowledge in chronic
I'm tryin step my game up a
notch bitch
Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch
She hot and your
not, so stop bitch
Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot,
shit

[Chorus]
How could you be here? Why don't you leave here
I
ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you ain't
gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the low
Your playin me
cheap here
Tonight I don't drink beer
I got a bottle, so it's time for
you to go
You's the freak here, you don't know me here
She's a model, you
my late night ho

[Verse 2]
They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see
me in the club
With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad
Then they
wanna brag and say "already had 'em
He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr.
Mathers (girl)
Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl)
D-12 shouldn't
of had him on they album" (girl)
That's what I get just for stabbin them
hoes
They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes
Ya'll knew O
before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho
Just act like you never knew O,
boo
We still crew, we just the same (uh huh)
Just not tonight, you don't
know my name (you don't know me)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey yo
fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin
When your chillin
with a chick, who a ten (damn)
Let her know the situation at hand (uh
huh)
And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH)
This is for the
model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful
My advice keep your
mouth on muffle
Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too
pretty to scuffle
This is for the rats, go on with that (go on)
Quit
actin like you smokin that crack
Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin
on shit
Ain't no rings on that finger
And every nigga in the hood ain't
triple teamed her

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice - talking]
That's
right, ha, you see me at the club
with a, with a look-alike Halle
motherfucker
Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys
Haha, you don't
know me
Don't say shit, you know who I'm talking to
All my hoodrat
bitches
Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta
Haha, all ya'll
I'm straight,
Obie Trice