Cheers lyrics

Song information

Artist: Obie Trice
Album: Cheers

Lyrics

[Talking in intro]
Whiling mutha fuckers man
Lou green
Sean stringer
Keith stringer
Lewan youserf
Lil' randy
Dat's what I'm doing this for man

[Talking]
Yeah
We aint here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my doggs that didn't make it in the struggle man

[Verse 1]
I remember when I was on the ave clutchin them dimes
Gut touchin my spine, bustin my rhymes
Feelin like im livin in them lost times
No sight of the future, damn right ill shoot ya
Palm tight on the rooster
Old in the face cuz this hoe on my case got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like obie, oh he's bad case
He wont last, his track record will do the math
Crack solicitation on the avenue is not new to ya listeners but this is true, listen up
I gotta spew 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 powder
I done did it all so I clutch my balls and notice they still here
So obie is still here
So kobe, here's to you with daddy's new career

Chorus
So grab ya cups of beer
And put em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my souljas who aint here
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

Now grab ya cups of gin
And put em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

[Verse 2]
Now I understand that every man got a story to tell
Well fuck it I got a story as well
Growin up where us niggas either buried or jailed
Popped by dirty harry or popped by the cops for the yayo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame
When I was raised in this hood where my crew was slain
Only a few remains
Uo talk about struggle
With your bubble gum lifestyles nigga fuck you
I'm here today for fam passed away
Bodies deep six nigga flesh decayed
Real cats who had tecs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles went strait to the grave
That hood life is in me
So I sip the remmie while my pockets scream gimme
Lend me your ear, i'm guaranteeing yall feelin me
Strait from the block to the industry

Chorus
So grab ya cups of beer
And put em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my souljas who aint here
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

Now grab ya cups of gin
And put em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

Yeah!
All my homies that's deceased rest in peace
My nigga camski
Lil' green
P funk you'll be home in a minute nigga
Haha, we get it poppin
Got a chance to speak to the world nigga
And I aint stopping
Strait off the crack
3-1-3.