the set up lyrics – obie trice

(feat. nate dogg)

[intro – obie trice]
b*tch i see you, cause you know i know you
yeah i know you.

[verse – obie trice]
last time i saw you
you was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new f*ck
last time you saw me
i was pi to the motherf*cking mp what!
and lately i heard you’s a broke b*tch livin in the lower cl*ss suburb
and lately the word is i live in a suburb and i don’t f*ck with birds
she used to pump on the block
sell a n*gg* rocks, bail a n*gg* out but!
she tried to plot on a n*gg*, vacan’t lot one shot b*tch died go figure
he used to pay this b*tch, gave her lots of sh*t
f*ck’s wrong with this n*gg* man?
he used to bring her through the hood
treat the b*tch to f*ckin good, my opinion
we used to blaze with the b*tch, faded off the lick she x-rated the clip
this n*gg* bought braids for the b*tch
louis vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka sh*t
meanwhile in the hood she drivin around good
this b*tch thinks she’s in hollywood
meantime she settin the n*gg* up
telling us what his stuff she’s ready to get him stuck what!

[chorus – nate dogg (obie trice)]
thick thighs but she full of surprises
i swear this b*tch is shady (that’s what i know)
s*x on her mind all the time
and you think that that’s your baby (you don’t know)
you a good guy that’s living a lie
but she dove and played your safety (it’s what i know)
if you cool and she satisfied
how come that b*tch just paged me? (you don’t know)

[verse – obie trice]
we had to ride on a n*gg*
watch him! for the right time to get richer
we decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs what!
this n*gg* screamed like a b*tch
showed us what his sh*t hit her, h*ll of a lick but!
the b*tch, who told us bout the bricks exposed us to the n*gg*
he knew that we’d come but! {*gun shot*}
meanwhile in his hood, his n*gg*z is suiting up and timbed, looted up
rims and new trucks your man ‘livin it up’
then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt
shot a n*gg* the f*ck up
just my luck, the b*tch got us both touched, it’s like a rush
the b*tch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us
turned out to be nuts, switched up
mixed up wit the wrong sl*t
got my friend zipped up in the bag, it’s all bad
my n*gg*z got my back, in fact
they caught on her ave, flossin in another n*gg* cab

[chorus]

/ obie trice lyrics