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Obie Trice( Obie Trice III )
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Everywhere I Go
Lyricist:Curtis James Jackson, Marshall B Mathers Iii, Luis Edgardo Resto, Obie Trice
Yeah, ride wit' me, come ride wit' Trice, man I brought my man wit' me, Curtis Interscope Jack Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif', holla at 'em
Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie
They say, Obie Trice gone, look at 'em Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him? Now I recite songs with icons See I come from convicts and crumbs, my nigga, listen
His transition shows his ambitions Nuttin' less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches It's hard to grasp the situation at hand When you used to have to ask for digits Now they pass 'em to you like easy fast for tickets
Classic, isn't it? Coming from a past with a casket Dips from beneath the grass, so you're cremated to ashes Nigga created from the crap, this is past fictitious Fif', tell 'em how we was when we last wen' visit
Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And now the spotlight's on Trice But back when the spot life was Trice I always kept beside a spot for a mic Despite wrongs and rights I would write after I slung white to homes on the pipe
I had a notion I would be bi-costal But being across the ocean is la vida loca And vada loco, I'm in Janayo Konichiwa in Tokyo, it's sushi with eel
I got a taste for that pompis chopping up in Brazil Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill Now how real is he to come from where we get killed To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out
I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be Offering me the cooch-o, eating on osso buco Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin And never get to see what the world's offering
Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie
Yeah, things change man, you know, get a chance to travel See the world and you start to look at things a lil' different You ain't bullshitting 'Cause I ain't never thought I'd see it out the hood Heh, look at a nigga now
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