Listen to Cheers song with lyrics from Obie Trice

Cheers

Obie Trice1 Jan 2003

Cheers Lyrics

Artist:obie trice

Songs Title:cheers

A lotta' mathaf**kas man

Who Green Shine Stringer Keith Stringer Lawan U Serv Little Randy

That's what I'm doing this for

 

Yeah we ain't here to mourn we here to celebrate

 

So this one is for all my dogs who didn't

Make it in the struggle man I's remember

When I was on the Ave clutching them dimes

Gut touching my spine busting my

Rhymes Feeling like i'm living in them lost times

No sight of the future

Damn right I would shoot ya palm tight on a rooster

Old in the face cause this hold on my case

Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O

Oh he's a bad case

He won't last; his track record will do the math

Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you

Listeners but this is true

Listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth

Or else i might as well give this up

Feel me now from rocks to pow pows

Glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls

And notice they still here so Obie is still here

So Kobe here's to

You and daddy's new career

So grab ya cups of Beer

Put em up lets Cheer

Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here

This is it my ni**a this what we boast about

Get your bottle homie po' some out

Now grab ya cups of Gin put em up lets Win

Here's a toast to never looking back again

This is it my ni**a this what we boast about

Get your bottle homie po' some out

Now i understand every man got a story to tell

Buy f**k it i got a story as well

Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed

Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo

Locked in a cell who's to blame

When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain

Only a few remains you talk about struggle

With your bubble gum life style

Ni**a f**k you I'm here today for fam that passed away

Bodies' deep six ni**a flesh decayed

Real cats who had techs to spray

Babies to raise missed them cradles n went straight

To the grave that hood life is in me

So I sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie

Let me get air i'm guaranteeing ya'll feeling me

Straight from the block to the industry

So grab ya cups of Beer put em up lets Cheer

Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here

This is it my ni**a this what we boast about

Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin put em up lets Win

Here's a toast to never looking back again

This is it my ni**a this what we boast about

Get your bottle homie po' some out

 

Yeah All my homies thats deceased rest in peace

My ni**a Champsky lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute ni**a

 

We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word ni**a

 

And I ain't stopping straight off the crab 313 (ohhh yeah)

 

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