Richard Lyrics - Bottoms Up - Obie Trice

Yeah 

Trice 

Statik Selektah 

O back around the corner 

Got the crack, put in your orders 

We 'bout to run up out the stores 

It's notorious, the way I got big spitting stories 

Being me's X-Clan, Vanglorious 

We're not your favorite, fuck it 

You know the system and you buck it 

Have you revisiting how you used to love it 

A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid 

Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truent in school 

So its influence is foolish, that was my views 

I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means 

We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans 

Say he ain't a star, niggas might be right 

I'm so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight 

Take it back Selektah, let 'em know it's Trice 

Put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight 

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And I would like to introduce myse-self 

Surprise! Hi, it's Ike 

'Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply 

Of wife beaters and my Nikes on 

And a white tee over that Iron Mike 

Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite 

Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke 

Bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than Meijer's, right 

Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' Breyer's ice cream 

With the pliers, like "AAHHH!" 

Only a ruthless bastard would do this 

Take a toothles bitch with no taste buds to Ruth Chris 

Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home 

Pick up two Big Bufords 

Girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plum stupid! 

So when I pull up in that Benz 

Don't try to pretend you ain't interested 

To impress your stupid ass friends 

And refuse to get in woman, and get slammed on the ground 

And snap like a pool stick against cement 

If you suck of dick, pretend it's a musical instrument 

You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 

I can tell at first glance you're a ho 

Cause your pants are so tight 

When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode 

So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco 

Boy I'm from Detroit city, you livin' in animosity 

That's a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity 

Look where these random thoughts get me 

In senseless mind babble, "What me? Apologize? labrbrr" 

That's just the way the rhyme unravels 

And I wouldn't fucking take it back if I time traveled! 

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Just call me Richard (Richard) 

'Cause I'm a dick (dick)... 

It's also Richard 'cause I feel that you should pry your fucking mouth out off of it (it)... 

I said just call me Richard (Richard)... 

'Cause I'm a dick (dick)... 

You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick 

When i hold my private it's the first clue, Sherlock, PRICK! 

Just call me Richard... 

That's my motives, jumpin' out them Rovers 

All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas 

Or Minnesota, did I mention soda? 

When it's mixed with viola, watch my cup runneth over 

Cut from a soldier 

Them ho niggas disposable toaster 

Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough 

Being me till the credits roll 

Till my condition is beyond what the medics know 

They wanna edit O 

Like a prosthetic third leg let it go 

This is Shady 1.0 Em let 'em know 

I still profit through the process 

The prize in my jeans my balls'll never digress 

I'm a dick that I brag about 

I put it in fast and then I drag it out 

World, I be your special friend see 

Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo penis envy (envy) 

So... 

Just call me Richard (Richard) 

'Cause I'm a dick (dick)... 

It's also Richard 'cause I feel that you should pry your fucking mouth out off of it (it)... 

I said just call me Richard (Richard)... 

'Cause I'm a dick (dick)... 

You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out im a dick 

When i hold my private its the first clue, Sherlock, PRICK! 

Just call me Richard...