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Hands On You

Obie Trice1 Jan 2003

Hands On You Lyrics

Artist:obie trice

Songs Title:hands on you

Babe uh yeah

 

Girl you my only one though aight haha

 

You my baby f**k all that sh*t

 

You're the one for me

Check it out

Baby I'm feeling the feelings you giving I'm feelin your style

 

And I'm willing to let my guard down to figure you out

I'm picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling

Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands

Cause the vibe you giving me now

Feels like I'm an innocent child

Sinning is never tempting when other womens around

Hands down this is my vow

I never heard a moan sound so profound

When a ni**a's digging you out phone rings

You cuss them motherf**kers out quit calling the house

If I call you're in route

There's a drought you look out

I'm on edge you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze

 

Please believe I ain't scared of commitment

F**k head from them b**ches

When you could do the same but that respect is given

Our intimacy is significantly different

You gon ride for me (you gon ride )

Then I'm gon ride for you (I'm gon ride)

If you put your mouth on me (put it on me)

I'm a put my mouth on you

Together there ain't nothing we can't do (there's nothing)

Any problem we can see it through (we see it through)

Baby if you promise to be true (you promise )

I will never put my hands on you

Come on and think about it

We ain't even got to talk when we see each other

We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers

You my lover I'm your friend I'm your man but I'm sayin

Who needs a label we roll hand in hand

Visions of you having my little man

We joke you call me George Foreman

Cause I'm namin him O number four me I'm three

Plus the ol' G like the personality she say it's meant to be

I'm in the bathroom when you pee

She in the bathroom too when a ni**a doo doo you my boo boo

There's nothing in this world that a ni**a wouldn't do to

Satisfy - this my b**ch that ride

My b**ch wit the pistol in the ride

A ni**a act up she busting she ain't got to decide

No discussion she'll put a slug in a tough niggaz muffin

You're f**king wit her husband

 

You got a ring about it

Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage

Drama we overcome it if we out numbered

I promise it'll be us against a hundred

Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanutbutter

Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach

Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper

Enough to call O her Baby Father

You ain't gotta bother bout a deal I swear I keep it real

Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal

It's signed and sealed you the only female

Hail my one and only pal come to get me outta jail

Post bail and post up for sale

I swore I swear we will always live well

Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills

Who's gon stop up nobody we's that deal

 

If you gon stand by me (if you gon stand by me)

Then I'm gon stand by you (then I'm gon stand by you)

If you promise you'll be true

Then I'll never put my hands on you (hands down)

But don't you play me for no fool (no fool) b**ch

Cause if I put my mouth on you (on you)

After you put your mouth on someone else

Better find someone else new

Come on and think about it

 

Yeah Obie Trice

 

Shady

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

Comments for Hands On You (1)

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kudzaileon

This jam reminds me of the 'good ol times'.