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    Hoodrats

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    Hoodrats
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      About "Hoodrats"

      Lyrics for Obie Trice - "Hoodrats"

      [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 want to 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

      SONGWRITERS:
      TRICE, OBIE / HAYNIE, EMILE / RESTO, LUIS EDGARDO / MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III
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