Artist: Obie Trice
Album: Bottoms Up
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
[Ice cubes droppin' in a cup] [beat starts]
Yeah! [drink pours]
Let me get right! [6 seconds instrumental] [bullet whizzes by]
Muhfuckers poppin' at me!
Baby mama say I can't - be the pappy all this propaganda with my family!
E'rything I got wasn't hand to me?
Had to hit the block so gradually became the man I be! (be, be!)
Sorry that my pop wasn't a man to me,
Had to opt for different boyfriends my mammy handed me.
Performin' mammograms on her while I play Atari,
Scarred me - horribly! [echoes] [sips drink]
Lock that thought out, - but at times I lose perspective!
No disrespect but I was forced to think reckless,
In and out of courts for usin' illegal methods.
Guess them poor choices left us disconnected! ('connected!)
The one who points the finger got four for pointin' back! (back!)
Nothin' can come between us, I'm hopin' you knowin' that! (that!)
And if I let you down, can't keep holdin' it on my back! (back!)
I gotta stay focused where my sanity's at, - sanity's at!
Dodgin' all these darts in my thoughts I seek,
Can't let these people spill my drink!
I'm a mob like a boss 'til I'm off in my casket's reach,
Won't let these niggaz spill my drink!
I'm ridin' through the city, sippin' Henny with my thoughts in sync,
Can't let these niggaz spill my drink!
To my niggaz gettin' money still hungry tryna stay on your feet,
Don't let these niggaz spill yo' drink! (drink, drink...)
E'rybody lookin' at me - like the boy lookin' scraggly,
Since he ain't with Shady like - e'rything collapsed behind me!
A contract don't define me,
It just reminds me that I'm givin' up my paper to sign me!
And with the dismay of my record release delay I ('lay I!)
See who was close, somehow they slipped away now! ('way now!)
Price to pay when you ball then get on your A.I.; (A.I.!)
Crossover was cold, now O's under the radar! (radar!)
To e'rything I cherish gotta be re-established,
All cause the marriage didn't succeed. - It perished!
The characters I used to feed, all vanished!
Left me on my knees, bleedin' with no bandages!
No gauze when I fall,
But even through it all, I handled this way to ball,
Mechanics is - kept at a hundred, them other niggaz is amateurs;
Guess that's the law of averages! - EWWWW!
So even when you're dreamin' and I'm - intervenin' demons,
Get to - workin' on your inner bein', let 'em know you see 'em!
When the G that's within got ya, - infra-red schemin'
Keep me in your head instead. You don't need to bleed 'em!
Cause a boat with no anchor is a boat that's gon' sail! (sail!)
You don't even need them folks. - All's well! (all's well!)
May they all burn in hell, - cause when all else fails, (fails!)
You the truth! Your blue glass won't spill! (spill!)
[Chorus] [14 seconds instrumental then beat fades-out]
|1||No Turning Back|
|3||Friend's With Enemies|
|5||Going No Where|
|11||Spill My Drink|
|12||Spend The Day|
|15||Ups And Downs|
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|Obie Trice - Bottoms Up Album Lyrics|
|1.||No Turning Back|
|3.||Friend's With Enemies|
|5.||Going No Where|
|11.||Spill My Drink|
|12.||Spend The Day|
|15.||Ups And Downs|
|2||Detroit State of Mind|
|6||GMA (The Speech)|
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