Текст песни Obie Trice - Cheers
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[Obie Trice - talking]A lot of motherfuckers manLou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith StringerLawon, Goo Serve, Little RandyThat`s what I`m doin this for (EW YEAH!)Yeah, we ain`t here to mournWe here to celebrateSo this one is for all my dogs that didn`t make it in the struggle man(EW YEAH!)[Verse 1]I`s remember when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimesGut touchin my spine, bustin my rhymesFeelin like I`m livin in them lost timesNo sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (ew yeah)Palm tight on the RoosterOld in the face, cause this hold on my caseGot my growth at a fast paceOld folks like "O, oh he`s a bad case"He won`t last, his track record`ll do the mathCrack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners but this is true, listen upI gotta spew it and keep it all truth or elseI might as well give this up, feel me nowFrom rocks to pow pows, glocks to pow-derI done did it all, so I clutch my ballsAnd notice they still here, so Obie is still hereSo Kobe here`s to you and daddy`s new career[Chorus] - w/ ad libsSo grab your cups of beerPut `em up let`s cheerHere`s a toast to all my soldiers who ain`t hereThis is it my niggaz this what we boast aboutGet your bottles homie, pour some out (ew yeah)Now grab your cups of ginPut `em up let`s winHere`s a toast to never lookin back againThis is it my niggaz this what we boast aboutGet your bottles homie, pour some out (ew yeah)[Verse 2]Now I understand every man got a story to tellBut fuck it, I got a story as wellGrowin up where us niggaz either buried or jailPopped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell Who`s to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slainOnly a few remains, y`all talk about stuggleWith your bubblegum lifestyle (*scratching*) nigga fuck youI`m here today for fam passed awayBodies deep six nigga, flesh decayReal cats who had techs to sprayBabies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the graveThe hood life is in me So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "give me"Lend me your ear, I`m guaranteein y`all feelin meStraight from the block to the industry (C`MON)[Chorus][Obie Trice - talking]Yeah, all my homies that`s deceased rest in peaceMy nigga KF Ski, Little GreenP-Funk you`ll be home in a minute nigga, haha, we get it poppinWe got a chance to speak to the world nigga, haha, and I ain`t stoppinStraight off the craft .. 313(EW YEAH!)