Obie Trice Lyrics

Cheers Lyrics

(Talking)
Yea
We ain't here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in this struggle man

Verse 1:
I's remember when I was on the ave clutching 'em dimes,
Gut touchin my spine,
Bustin my rhymes,
Feelin like I'm livin in them lost times,
No sight of the future,
Damn right I'll shoot ya,
Palm tight on a rooster,
Old in the face cause this hoe on my case,
Got my growth at a fast pace,
Old folks like "Oh, oh he's a bad case,
He won't last, his track record'll do the math"
Crack solicitation on the avenue,
Its not new to you listeners but this is true,
Listen up,
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else,
I might as well give this up,
Feel me now,
From rocks to pow pows,
Glocks to pow-da,
I done did it all so I clutch my balls,
And notice they still here so Obie is still here,
So Kobie, here's to you and daddy's new career

Hook:
So Grab ya cups of (Beer)
And Put em up let's (Cheer)
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out
Now grab ya cups of (Gin)
Put em up let's (Win)
Here's a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

Verse 2:
Now I understand every man got a story to tell,
But fuck it I got a story as well,
Growin up where us niggas either buried or jail,
Popped by Dirty Harry or popped by the cops for the yayo,
Locked in a cell,
Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood where my crew was slain,
Only a few remains,
Y'all talk about struggle,
With yo bubble gum lifestyles,
Nigga fuck you,
I'm here today for Fam passed away,
Bodies deep 6, nigga,
Flesh decayed,
Real cats who had TECs to spray,
Babies to raise,
Missed them cradles went straight to the grave,
That hood life is in me,
So I sip the Remy while my pockets scream gimme,
Lend me ya ear,
I guarantee y'all feelin me,
Straight from the block to the industry
C'mon!

Hook:
So Grab ya cups of (Beer)
And Put em up let's (Cheer)
Here's a toast ta all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out
Now grab ya cups of (Gin)
Put em up let's (Win)
Here's a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie post em out