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letra de the setup (you don't know) - obie trice

[intro: obie trice]
b-tch i see, did you know i know you? yeah, i know you

[hook: nate dogg & obie trice]
thick thighs but she full of surprises
i swear this b-tch is shady (that’s what i know)
s-x on her mind all the time
and you think that that’s your baby (you don’t know)
you a good guy that’s living a lie
but she told ’em where your safe be (it’s what i know)
if you cool and she satisfied
how come that b-tch just paged me? (you don’t know)

[verse 1: obie trice]
last time i saw you
you was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new f-ck
last time you saw me
i was p.i. to the mothaf-ckin’ m.p., what?
and lately i heard you’s a broke b-tch
livin in the lower cl-ss suburb
and lately the word is i live in a suburb
and i don’t f-ck with birds
she used to pump on the block
sell a n-gga rocks, bail a n-gga out, but
she tried to plot on a n-gga
vacant lot one shot b-tch died go figure
he used to pay this b-tch
gave her lots of sh-t, f-ck’s wrong with this n-gga, man?
he used to bring her through the hood
treat the b-tch too f-ckin good, my opinion
we used to blaze with the b-tch
faded off the l!ck she x-rated the clip
this n-gga bought braids for the b-tch
louis vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka sh-t
meanwhile in the hood she drivin around good
this b-tch thinks she’s in hollywood
meantime she settin the n-gga up
telling us what his stuff she’s ready to get him stuck, what?

[verse 2: obie trice]
we had to ride on a n-gga, watch him
for the right time to get richer
we decided when the hit was
run up on him, 45 in the ribs, what?
this n-gga screamed like a b-tch
showed us where his sh-t, hit a h-ll of a l!ck
but the b-tch, who told us ’bout the bricks
exposed us to the n-gga, he knew that we’d come
but meanwhile in his hood
his n-ggas is suiting up and timbed, looted up
rims and new trucks your man livin’ it up
then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt
shot a n-gga the f-ck up, just my luck
the b-tch got us both touched, it’s like a rush
the b-tch who blushed and smoked blunts with us
turned out to be nuts, switched up
mixed up with the wrong sl-t
got my frame zipped up in the bag, it’s all bad
my n-ggas got my back, in fact
they caught on her ave, flossin in another n-gga cab

[hook: nate dogg]
thick thighs but she full of surprises
i swear this b-tch is shady (that’s what i know)
s-x on her mind all the time
and you think that that’s your baby (you don’t know)
you a good guy that’s living a lie
but she told ’em where your safe be (it’s what i know)
if you cool and she satisfied
how come that b-tch just paged me? (you don’t know)

- obie trice

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