Dr. Dre - Oh! lyrics

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game profane, no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a man who ain't give a f** about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young n***a who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro' Now they want my brains on the main road But they don't understand what I came for How I came forth with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go 'O', that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rightful tone of fo' fo' Don't ever try to send a n***a home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that you're loco, put holes in my photo NOPE!, OB! hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause 'O' a thug, roll solo Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil [Hook - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for n***as to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you get down like other n***as repeatin the dirty cycle OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these n***as nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Roc's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank account's like Leviathan I'm in position to hire other clients then Meanwhile, I'm a virus like Iverson A n***a crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin Motherf**ers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a n***a, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces violence Produce them sirens, you in the 'spital, orange juice and vitamins [Hook - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for n***as to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you get down like other n***as repeatin the dirty cycle OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho [Verse 3 - Obie Trice] A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher had spoke (nope) Naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reachin got through my dome n***as gaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pulled the winnin raffle so I scramble with a track and the foams (woo) f** a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clap in the zone Think you're trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (n***a) This is your warnin, run up on them wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (*Blaap*) O. Treezy's gone, my n***a Bus bring the hook back here for 'em C'mon [Hook - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for n***as to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you get down like other n***as repeatin the dirty cycle OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho