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Artist/Band: Obie Trice
Lyrics for Song: Lebron On
Lyrics for Album: Bottoms Up [2012]



[Verse 1:]

To say that I'm - underrated is a sign of hatred.

Despite my accolades, O. Trice made it!

Come from - where babies don't meet, the brother made him.

He in the grave or he doin' what the judge gave him!

Uhh! - All day for that small piece of yay',

Make a collect call, get a moment or three.

When that moment up, - he momentarily see

Why he was sent up when morally for me!

Uhh, - uhh! - You could say I'm underrated;

But that's a understatement, nigga made it off the pavement!

"Bottoms Up" ain't a phrase I just play with;

Nigga we from the hood. - That there is sacred!

Any opportunity knocks, - you take it!

Any opposition blocks, - that's hatred!

Any artillery cops, - you make it!

Put 'em in they faces and blaze 'em, nigga!



[Chorus:]

They say he ain't worthy! (WORTHY!) - He done switched Jerseys!

(JERSEYS!)

Gave you 7 years like it's seven too early. (HUH?!)

Won a championship there, now they burn my Jersey. (DAMN!)

Same folk love me wanna bury me. (bury ME?!)

Now I'm on a franchise, (BME!) I ain't supposed to get my ball on;

Triple-doubles when you put me in your headphones! (TRICE!)

Been a team player. - Now I'm a player!

No? - Well I guess I gotta get my LeBron on!



[Verse 2:]

King Trice runnin' point, can't hold him in!

They try to block my shot but them niggaz is goaltendin.

Oh, we won't stop! I don't see where the road endin';

Like it or not, niggaz I'm to the hole with it.

Now I could foul out when niggaz throwin' intentionals;

Sit me on the bench but this more as detention, though.

That fo' inch barrel on that fo'-fo'

Hits you in the bone marrow, nigga you don't want it no mo'.

E'rybody gangsta! - See 'em in the streets;

They're no longer entertainers. - They just wanna speak!

I just want the beat,

Sell a few records, maybe catch up on my tweets. - Team BME!

Grease the industry in my breakaway pants;

Make the ladies dance, you wanna take away my chance?

Love is as deep as your loyalty;

Whether it's BME or I got the white boy with me. - C'mon!



[Chorus]



[8 seconds instrumental]



[Outro 1:]

Hahaaa...

Let's go!

B-M-E, niggaz!

B-M-E!

Yeah!

Shout-out to Shady Records!

EM, D12, Royce Da 5'9", Slaughterhouse, what's up?

G-Unit, what up?

Fif', Yayo, Bank$...

Buck... GAYme...

That's the G-Unit I know!

What's up?

Stat Quo, what it do? 'Ey!

Bobby Creek', what up?

Killa Ca$his!

Yeah.

Happy New Year's, muhfuckers!

Obie Trice!

"@RealObieTrice" on Twitter.

Fuck with me!

Hahaha!

Love me or hate me...

It's nothin' but bidness! [15 seconds instrumental] [beat stops]



[Outro 2:]

[Cameras clicking]

[Imitating LeBron James at a press conference]

Uhm...


Album Lyrics: Bottoms Up [2012]


Obie Trice
"Bottoms Up [2012]"


1. Bottoms Up (Intro)
2. Going Nowhere
3. Dear Lord
4. I Pretend
5. Richard
6. Bme Up
7. Battle Cry
8. Secrets
9. Spill My Drink
10. Spend The Day
11. Petty
12. My Time
13. Ups & Downs
14. Hell Yeah
15. Crazy
16. Lebron On