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Got Some Teeth

Woo, damn

There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy

I'm about to get drunk

Let's hold down

Where the bar at?Okay, okie dokey Obie's here

No more focus, hobo'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 a Heineken beer

Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers"

Pull up a chair, nigga swear no drama

Prepare for a player, who workin' 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 masturbate

Why settle and wait, let's Escalade to the nearest Super Eight

Until your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin' booty cheeks

Come onAnd 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, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)And 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, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)Okay holy moly derriere

Look around the club booty everywhere

And 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 DeNiro (DeNiro)

The DJ's playin' Obie's 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 want to be headin' home

With some double D's full of silicon

Ten hood rat chicks surround me outside

Found me outside, clown me outside

'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside

Bustin' at the bitches screamin' "off to they rides!"And 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, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)And 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, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)Okay rolie polies everywhere

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 literally

Like a box of Cherrios

Carry 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

And I ain't got time to play

Let's investigate another place today

Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape

Dresses petite, no window drapesWord to mother, they god damn Okra and beans

Got ya Oprah and jeans

Seems to me a little lean cuisine

Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touchAnd 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, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)And 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, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)Ha ha, ha ha, 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'

Yeah

I'm feelin' good

Shady Records man

Obie Trice, come on

Songwriters

KEVIN BELL, TREVOR CHARLES HORN, MALCOLM ROBERT ANDREW MCLAREN, JEFF BASS, ANNE DUDLEY, STEVE KING, MARSHALL MATHERS, LUIS RESTO, OBIE TRICEPublished by

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