(feat. Timbaland) ^{Intro Strached "Obie" Chorus - Timbaland} He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G" Said she want to roll and get to know Obie Claming that she love everything that he do, heeeey He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G" Said she want to roll, and get to know Obie Claming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey ^{Verse 1 - Obie Trice} Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights Writing to the microphone life, yeah this is right This is less stringuest niggaz, this is tight This is more dividends niggaz, get it right Stomping like Timberlands niggaz, a pair of Nikes But this is more Timbaland nigga and Obie Trice The combination is invading stations, air waves And rest haven on your listeners membranes (woo!) I done payed some change, I got Timbo This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simple Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more limbo Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirley Temple With that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimple On her ass hanging out, nigga advance This a world of a night, better start with the pants ^{Chorus Verse 2 - Obie Trice} Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (motion) Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then I.V. Profin Adios when (os when) I fucked them thighs, who influenced with the game that was spoken I'ma make sure she open (open) Ménage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growing And she's hoein' (hoein') And I'm ignoring' the lies she throwing', how she won't perform? I feed her a blunt throw on the "Quiet Storm" She repeatedly cum, insistently all morn' And she needed cause funs up in the purse not growin Bitch beat it my one's you gets none (nada) To feel she's treated as if a Playboy or lpay her dumb I skeeted so bitch your Playboy is on the run Deleted the bitch, outta direct connection Thanks for calming' down, my erection, hun ^{Chorus Verse 3 - Obie Trice} Yeah, I speak the words of experience (oh) lady I'm serious Lyrics on my deliverance, is oh so vivid bitch Oh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it) Roll up, smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it) I'ma outta order cause I break the ice And squirt liquid in your eyes, all you see is little guys Swimming in women they claming they like my style Treat 'em like Ike and ride (bitch!) I don't a fuck I got the height, sure your right I'm Barry White tonight (hey) you feeling' alright Got a buzz and this huzzie saying O's her type I take her to the high-end and strike (ahh) Trick for hire, I'll never buy her to bite Despite she tight, I'll tell the bitch you can have a nice life See I'm working with these I's in this rhymes It's I's, all's that not a aus-tin time ^Chorus