Stay Bout It Lyrics - Obie Trice

(featuring Olivia & Stat Quo) 

[Obie Trice] 

Obie Trice, nigga! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my nigga! 

Congratulations, another nigga out the hood! 

I'll vouch for ya, lets go, nigga! 

[Hook: Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice) 

This is for my bitches and my dogs 

gettin' cheddar fuck the law 

Stay on ya feet and never crawl 

STAY BOUT IT! 

(This is for my niggaz and my hoes) 

(keep ya head up fuck ya foes) 

(get ya bread up to ya nose) 

(Over Corwd It) 

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[Verse 1-Obie Trice] 

My name is O and to the B-I-E 

Trife life, entety 

envy me, injuries 

niggaz who pretend to be 

gangs-tah, nigga you's a fake-ah 

gettin' money maj-ah, nigga you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature) 

never stop gettin' paper though 

all that 'cho, just waitin' on a ho 

gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A schools where asians go 

amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold 

now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate me hos 

never would have fathomed that 

big lipped nigga from school Craft 

have access to the masses 

now they sweatin' them backstage passes 

try to give a nigga ass, cause I roll with a gangsa style 

where was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (BIATCH!) 

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[Hook] 

[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] 

I am so alive! [Obie Trice-Gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man] 

I am so high! [Obie Trice-You rollin' up that skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk] 

and I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-Shit, I gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man] 

and I am so high [Obie Trice-Liven up, then hit that ATL on'em] 

[Verse 2-Stat Quo] 

S-T-A-T-Q-U-O 

with the awkward flow from the AT, do 

wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hos 

ridin' fled, by my grip 

GMM, that's my clique 

fresh fit, new kicks 

i'm the shit, might see me wit 

yo bitch, on the strip 

super slick, hate on me eat a dick 

born to get plenty chips 

is he rich, damn right, every day 

every night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi 

I made this look so easy 

signed with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it 

tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of bubbly 

[Hook] 

[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] 

[Verse 3-Obie Trice] 

Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on that okie-do 

dick up in they ass so them hoes know they gotta smoke 

they know O, ain't for jokes, thats fo' sho 

so they try to hold on, as long as possible like a rodeo 

I mean that that dick do so much damage 

that Obie's not that average, so you gotta pardon me, i'm so savage 

gotta lot of bitches wantin' marrage 

what bitch who? horse in a carrage 

no bitch thats not obie's status 

gotta know my apparatus 

pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no lips 

strictly prophalactics inside these oversized mag-anums 

when i'm dickin' down these actresses then 

cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they seein' him again 

[Hook] 

[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] 

[Obie Trice-Liven Up To Get'em (echoed)]