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Got Some Teeth [Intro] Whoo! Damn, there's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm bout to get drunk Tone down? Where da bar at? [Verse 1] Okay, okie dokey, Obie's here No more focusing, O's got a career And I like your brassiere, and its a party in here And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear She erotic and it's hot, so I "Heineken Beer" Pull her to the side and invite her to "Cheers" Pull up a chair, nigga, swear no drama Prepare for a playa who workin with a monsta! And I aint got time to waste Let's vacate the place, shed blinds and drapes Grind to your face in the Grimey State Concentrate, you'll find that you're bound to cake What we found was fake We can watch two incredible mates masturbate, why settle and wait? Let's escalade to the nearest "Super 8" Until your rear is on the mirrors and they're smearing' booty cheeks [Chorus] And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep, then wake up Hopefully she got some teeth (uh-huh) And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep, then wake up Hopefully she got some teeth [Verse 2] Okay, holy moly, derrière Look around the club booty everywhere And she caught me staring' And my homie's daring' me to approach Karen She's model material (*record scratch*) But she got a venereal Tons of baby fathers, baby bottles, and cereal She holla cuz I got a lot of "dinerio" The DJ's playing Obie's song on the stereo And she's impaired, and she want's to be heading' home With the real thing, not the dildo clone (*female moan*) And I know I don't wanna be heading home With some double d's full of silicon Ten hood rat chicks surround me outside Found me outside, clowned me outside 'Til I flipped out and they found me outside Cussing' at the bitches screaming' "Off to they rides!" [Chorus] And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep, then wake up Hopefully she got some teeth (uh-huh) And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep, then wake up Hopefully she got some teeth [Verse 3] Okay, Rollie Pollies everywhere Gotta find the slim chic's atmosphere Obesity is blaring' And she got me fearing she gon come over here And try to eat me literally (*crunch*) Like a box of Cheerios, Kerry cupcakes and chocolate tootsie rolls I'm outta order cause I got a big girl disorder Saw the cover of that blubber oh, I split (*Flintstones sound effect*) And I aint got time to play, let's investigate another place to date Ladies less in weight and in dressily shape Dresses petite no window drapes Word to mother, that god damn okra and beans got you "Oprah" in jeans Seems to me a lil' "Lean Cuisine" wouldn't hurt much I can't touch [Chorus] And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep, then wake up Hopefully she got some teeth (uh-huh) And this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep, then wake up Hopefully she got some teeth [Outro] Ha ha ha ha You gotta have teeth, baby It just wouldn't look right Look Me...big lips You...no teeth It wouldn't work, you know what im saying? Yea I'm feeling good! Shady Records, man Obie Trice, c'mon
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