Got Some Teeth

[Verse 1] Okay, okie dokey Obie's here No more Focus:Hope, O's got a career And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer Put it to the side and invite her to "Cheers" Pull up a chair, swear no drama Prepare for a player who's working with a MONSTER I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get But we found what's fate We can watch two incredible mates masterbate Why settle and wait Let's escalate to the nearest Super 8 To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks C'mon [Refrain x2] So this is my favorite song Now sing along when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, [sound of water dropping], hopefully she got some teeth [Verse 2] Okay holy moly derriere Look around the club booty everywhere She caught me starin And my homies darin me to approach Karen She's model material, but she got a venereal Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio The DJ's playin Obie song on the stereo And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home With the real thing not the dildo clone And I know I don't wanna be headin home With some double Ds full of silicon Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside Found me outside, clown me outside 'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!" [Refrain] [Verse 3] Okay rolie polies everywhere *neigh!* Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal [crunching noise] -ly, like a box of Cheerios Cherry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder So better cover up that blubber or I'll split [feet running away noise] And I ain't got time to play Let's investigate another place today Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape Dresses pettite, no window drapes [Obie Trice - talking] Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans Got ya Opera and jeans Seems to me a little lean cuisine Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch [Refrain] [Outro - Obie Trice - talking] Haha, haha, 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 I'm sayin' Haha ha, yeah I'm feelin' good Shady Records man Obie Trice C'mon