Cheers
Obie Trice · Other Songs - Obie Trice
Yea
We ainÂ’t here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dawgs that didnÂ’t make it in this struggle man
Verse 1:
Is remember when I was on the ave clutching them dimes,
Gut touchin my spine,
Bustin my rhymes,
Feelin like im livin in them lost times,
No sight of the future,
Damn right IÂ’ll shoot ya,
Palm tight on a rooster,
Old in the face cause this hoe on my case,
Got my growth at a fast pace,
Old folks like “Oh, oh he’s a bad case,
He won’t last this track record will do da math”
Crack solicitation on the avenue,
Its not new to you 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 pow-da,
I dun did it all so I clutch my balls,
And notice they still here so Obie is still here,
So Kobie, this ta you and daddyÂ’s new career
Hook:
So Grab ya cups of (Beer)
And Put em up letÂ’s (Cheer)
HereÂ’s a toast ta all my soldierÂ’s who ainÂ’t here
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie post em out
Now grab ya cups of (Gin)
Put em up letÂ’s (Win)
HereÂ’s a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie post em out
Verse 2:
Now I understand every man got a story to tell,
But fuck it I got a story as well,
Growin up where us niggas either bury the gel,
Popped by Dirty Harry or popped by the cops for the yayo,
Locked in a cell,
Whos ta blame when I was raised in this hood wit my crew in slain,
Only a few remains,
YaÂ’ll talk about struggle,
With yo bubble gum lifestyles,
Nigga fuck you,
IÂ’m hear taday for Fam passed away,
Bodies deep 6 nigga,
Flesh decayed,
Real kats who had text to spray,
Babies to raised,
Missed them cradles went straight to the grave,
That hood life is emmy,
So I sip the remmy while my pockets scream gimme,
Lend me ya ear,
I guarantee yaÂ’ll feelin me,
Straight from tha block to tha industry
CÂ’mon!
Hook:
So Grab ya cups of (Beer)
And Put em up letÂ’s (Cheer)
HereÂ’s a toast ta all my soldierÂ’s who ainÂ’t here
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie post em out
Now grab ya cups of (Gin)
Put em up letÂ’s (Win)
HereÂ’s a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie post em out
Cheers
Obie Trice's 'Cheers' stands as a defining track from his early career, showcasing his signature blend of gritty lyricism and melodic flow within the East Coast hip-hop landscape. Released in 2003, the recording captures the raw energy of the mid-2000s era, where Trice began establishing himself as a formidable presence alongside peers like Jadakiss and Lloyd Banks. The song exemplifies his ability to weave complex narratives with rhythmic precision, avoiding the trap-heavy production trends that would later dominate the genre. As a standalone release or part of his broader discography, 'Cheers' remains a testament to Trice's technical skill and his commitment to delivering authentic, street-level storytelling that resonated deeply with fans of the boom-bap style.