out of state lyrics – obie trice

[verse 1]
roll out, straight to the atl
coming from the det gotta bail
gotta get mail in adbundance
stat watch that yay on the oven
n*gg* this hustlin’
had enough gettin’ nothing
cooped in the ??
gotta get accustomed
so i push that dust, that’s me crushin’
push that new stank ugly,
snowflakes in the hood like flurries,
n*gg* so urgently, gotta earn that cheese, affirmatively,
the firm with me gotta, turn the keys of a 64 fever,
so eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper,
no two-ways, no feds, only way a n*gg* get head get bread,
stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in the spot where the dope grow

[bridge]
we, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
be,fore you see a n*gg* like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin’ outta state!
gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

[verse 2]
dippin’ now, in the cal, get dre on the phone,
gotta put that fluff on hold, homegrown, holmes know,
bubonic chronic gots to move on it soon as possible
honest, u-hauls, movin’ by two anonymous drivers
reclinin’, just a couple of folks reload from the west to the east coast,
gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the ‘mo like pr*nto
with guacemole, n*gg*z can’t grow these, got it where they make nacho,
not so? taste that, wipe the ajax off that plastic wrap,
look at him now, his eyes saggin’ like my d*ckie khaks,
in fact n*gg* cheef on that, please believe i gotta get them stacks

[bridge]
we, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
be,fore you see a n*gg* like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin’ outta state!
gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

[verse 3]
haters, faders know, detroit flavor gators bankroll,
you can never trust them stank hoes, minnesota got that stroleon(?), troleum
on that rack, gotta flip them o’s like that, get that dough right back
gotta make sure n*gg*z intact
strapped, n*gg*z get mad,
gotta have witchu, gat
gotta put them boys in bags, make noise,
n*gg*z know you ain’t havin’ that
gotta have that, gettin’ *ss since,
where the math at? n*gg* p*ss that
no average, pure, what do you think a n*gg* down here for?
get more, gotta push them bentley azures,
n*gg*z on empty, gotta get it up plenty, n*gg*z know wit’ me

[bridge]
we, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
be,fore you see a n*gg* like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin’ outta state!
gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

/ obie trice lyrics