Olivia - Stay Bout It lyrics

[Obie Trice] Obie Trice, n***a! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my n***a! Congratulations, another n***a out the hood! I'll vouch for ya, lets go, n***a! [Hook: Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice) This is for my b**hes and my dogs Gettin' that cheddar f** the law Stay on ya feet and never crawl STAY BOUT IT! (This is for my n***as and my hoes) (keep ya head up f** ya foes) (get ya bread up to ya nose) (Over Crowd It) [Verse 1-Obie Trice] My name is O and to the B-I-E Trife life, entety Envy me, injuries n***as who pretend to be Gangs-tah, n***a you's a fake-ah Gettin' money maj-ah, n***a you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature) Never stop gettin' paper though All that 'cho, just waitin' on a ho Gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A schools where asians go Amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold Now a n***a's on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate me hoes Never would have fathomed that Big lipped n***a from school Craft Have access to the ma**es Now they sweatin' them backstage pa**es Try to give a n***a a**, cause I roll with a gangsa style Where was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (b*atch!) [Hook] [Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] I am so alive! [Obie Trice-Gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man] I am so high! [Obie Trice-You rollin' up that skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk] And I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-sh**, I gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man] And I am so high [Obie Trice-Liven up, then hit that ATL on'em] [Verse 2-Stat Quo] S-T-A-T-Q-U-O With the awkward flow from the AT, do Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hoes Ridin' fled, by my grip GMM, that's my clique Fresh fit, new kicks I'm the sh**, might see me wit Yo b**h, on the strip Super slick, hate on me eat a dick Born to get plenty chips Is he rich, damn right, every day Every night, motherf**ers can't see me, bibi I made this look so easy Signed with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it Tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of bubbly [Hook] [Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] [Verse 3-Obie Trice] Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on that okie-do Dick up in they a** so them hoes know they gotta smoke They know O, ain't for jokes, thats fo' sho So they try to hold on, as long as possible like a rodeo I mean that that dick do so much damage That Obie's not that average, so you gotta pardon me, i'm so savage Gotta lot of b**hes wantin' marrage What b**h who? horse in a carrage No b**h thats not obie's status Gotta know my apparatus Pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no lips Strictly prophalactics inside these oversized mag-anums When i'm dickin' down these actresses then Cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they seein' him again [Hook] [Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing] [Obie Trice-Liven Up To Get'em (echoed)]