Emile Haynie - Hoodrats lyrics

[Skit] Woman #1: I know that ain't my homie over there Obie: Keep sendin pages to the motherf**er Woman w/ Obie: Well Woman #1: Obie! Woman w/ Obie: Is somebody calling you? Obie: Nah, nah Woman #1: Obie! One ball Obie: All I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation Woman w/ Obie: You know her? Obie: No, uh uh, I don't know that b**h Woman #1: Obie don't act like you can't see me Woman w/ Obie: Well she's calling your name Woman #1: Turn around and look at me Obie: Oh sh**, Candice this is Sheneneh Woman #1: Who is this b**h? (*smack*) (*crashing noises*) Obie: What the f**! Security! Security! Woman #1: Let me go! Security: Come on ma'am Woman #1: Tanisha get my purse Obie: Get her outta here Woman #1: Get my purse! Obie: Get her the f** outta here! Security: Yo, get to her man, need some help with this b**h Obie: Get that b**h outta here man Woman #1: Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies Woman #1: They twins, one look just like you, let me go! Woman #1: And one of them look like your brother, ok let me go! [Verse 1] My hoodrat's fatal, they not stable I could be at a dinner table With 'Union, Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval Look at my rat like she act brand new "Hey boo, how are you?" Yeah, cool, now tally-o your a** back across the room You see me with Pocahontas I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain't tryin be bothered You got a brain, define honors in college You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic I'm tryin step my game up a notch, b**h Your aim to co*k block on my plot, b**h She hot and you're not, so stop b**h Quit blowin up my motherf**in spot, sh** [Hook] How could you be here? Why don't you leave here I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low You're playin me cheap here Tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go You's the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night ho [Verse 2] They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad Then, they wanna brag and say "already had 'em" He ain't sh** cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl) Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl) D12 shouldn't of had him on they album" (girl) That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes Ya'll knew 'O' before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho Just act like you never knew 'O', boo We still crew, we just the same (uh huh) Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me) [Hook] How could you be here? Why don't you leave here I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low You're playin me cheap here Tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go You's the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night ho [Verse 3] Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn) Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh) And tell the b**h go play with her friends (b*tch) This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful My advice keep your mouth on muffle Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle This is for the rats, go on with that (go on) Quit actin like you smokin that crack Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on sh** Ain't no rings on that finger And every n***a in the hood ain't triple teamed her [Hook] [Obie Trice - talking] That's right, ha, you see me at the club With a, with a look-alike Halle motherf**er Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys Haha, you don't know me Don't say sh**, you know who I'm talking to All my hoodrat b**hes Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta Haha, all ya'll I'm straight, Obie Trice