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More songs by Obie Trice
Description
Producer: Eminem
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Steve King
Recording Second Engineer: Mike Strange
Recording Second Engineer: Urban Kris
Composer Lyricist: Jeff Bass
Other, Composer Lyricist: Obie Trice
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Denaun Porter
Lyrics and translation
Original
Obie.
-Yo. -I'm sick.
-Damn, you straight, dog?
-That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks. Or these bitches on my dick.
That's how dudes be getting sick. That's how dicks be getting tricks.
Falling victims to this shit from these bitches on our dicks. Fucking chickens with no ribs.
That's why I ain't -got no time.
-Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk.
Pussy residue was on my penis. Denise from the cleaners fucked me good, you shoulda seen us.
Big booty bitch, switch unbearable. French roast styling, body like a stallion.
Sizing up the figure while my shit getting bigger.
Debating on a fuck or do I wanna be a nigga? Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits.
Sipping on that fine shit I ain't used to buying. I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory.
Like taking hoes money, but that's another story. For surely, pussy on toast.
After we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice. A womb beater, clean pussy eater.
Inserting my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block. Don't stop.
Funds I got when I was knocking it.
Clock steady ticking, kinky finger licking, and carrying on. Semen's at my tip when she moans.
I gotta slow down before I come soon. And work that nigga like a slave owner.
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her. She foaming at them lips, the ones between her hips.
Pubic hairs looking like some sour cream dip.
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though. Pussy tighter than conditions of us Black folks.
We in the final stretch, the last part of sex. I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next.
Like what the fuck is going on here? This bitch evaporated.
Pussy and all, just picked up and vacated. Now I'm frustrated 'cause my dick was unprotected. And Dr.
Westley -telling me I really got that shit.
-That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks. Or these bitches on my dick.
That's how dudes be getting sick. That's how dicks be getting tricks.
Falling victims to this shit from these bitches on our dicks. Fucking chickens with no ribs.
That's why I ain't -got no time.
-Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it coming.
Someone better get this bitch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach.
And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on, begging me to throw her off the steps of this porch.
My only weapon is force, and I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort. But what's she shoving me for?
Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
Man, I'm this close to going toe-to-toe with this whore.
What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce? She's having another baby in a month and it's yours.
And you find out it isn't 'cause this bitch has been visiting someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips when you get back to Michigan.
Now the plot is thickenin' worse 'cause you feel like you been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse. So you paranoid of every little cold that you get.
Ever since they told you this shit, you been holding your dick.
So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you in it. Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace.
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS.
He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it. So you jet back home 'cause you gon' get that hoe.
When you see her, you gon' bend her fucking neck back, yo.
'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow. Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners.
Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis.
She's so deceiving, shit, this hoe's a genius, she -G'd us.
-That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks. Or these bitches on my dick.
That's how dudes be getting sick. That's how dicks be getting tricks.
Falling victims to this shit from these bitches on our dicks. Fucking chickens with no ribs.
That's why I ain't -got no time. -I'm busy.
Yeah.
-Fuck these bitches. -Fuck 'em all.
Get money.
-Shady Records. -Woo.
Obie Trice.
Eminem, motherfucker.
New millennium shit.
Yeah.
Turn this shit off.
Turn this shit the fuck off.
English translation
Obie.
-Yo. -I'm sick.
-Damn, you straight, dog?
-That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks. Or these bitches on my dick.
That's how dudes be getting sick. That's how dicks be getting tricks.
Falling victims to this shit from these bitches on our dicks. Fucking chickens with no ribs.
That's why I ain't -got no time.
-Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk.
Pussy residue was on my penis. Denise from the cleaners fucked me good, you shoulda seen us.
Big booty bitch, switch unbearable. French roast styling, body like a stallion.
Sizing up the figure while my shit getting bigger.
Debating on a fuck or do I wanna be a nigga? Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits.
Sipping on that fine shit I ain't used to buying. I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory.
Like taking hoes money, but that's another story. For surely, pussy on toast.
After we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice. A womb beater, clean pussy eater.
Inserting my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block. Don't stop.
Funds I got when I was knocking it.
Clock steady ticking, kinky finger licking, and carrying on. Semen's at my tip when she moans.
I gotta slow down before I come soon. And work that nigga like a slave owner.
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her. She foaming at them lips, the ones between her hips.
Pubic hairs looking like some sour cream dip.
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though. Pussy tighter than conditions of us Black folks.
We in the final stretch, the last part of sex. I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next.
Like what the fuck is going on here? This bitch evaporated.
Pussy and all, just picked up and vacated. Now I'm frustrated 'cause my dick was unprotected. And Dr.
Westley -telling me I really got that shit.
-That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks. Or these bitches on my dick.
That's how dudes be getting sick. That's how dicks be getting tricks.
Falling victims to this shit from these bitches on our dicks. Fucking chickens with no ribs.
That's why I ain't -got no time.
-Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it coming.
Someone better get this bitch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach.
And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on, begging me to throw her off the steps of this porch.
My only weapon is force, and I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort. But what's she shoving me for?
Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
Man, I'm this close to going toe-to-toe with this whore.
What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce? She's having another baby in a month and it's yours.
And you find out it isn't 'cause this bitch has been visiting someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips when you get back to Michigan.
Now the plot is thickenin' worse 'cause you feel like you been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse. So you paranoid of every little cold that you get.
Ever since they told you this shit, you been holding your dick.
So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you in it. Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace.
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS.
He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it. So you jet back home 'cause you gon' get that hoe.
When you see her, you gon' bend her fucking neck back, yo.
'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow. Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners.
Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis.
She's so deceiving, shit, this hoe's a genius, she -G'd us.
-That's why I ain't got no time for these games and stupid tricks. Or these bitches on my dick.
That's how dudes be getting sick. That's how dicks be getting tricks.
Falling victims to this shit from these bitches on our dicks. Fucking chickens with no ribs.
That's why I ain't -got no time. -I'm busy.
Yeah.
-Fuck these bitches. -Fuck 'em all.
Get money.
-Shady Records. -Woo.
Obie Trice.
Eminem, motherfucker.
New millennium shit.
Yeah.
Turn this shit off.
Turn this shit the fuck off.