Obie Trice - Jamaican Girl

Olivia & Shaggy- Wild 2Nite

Wild 2Nite - Featuring Olivia @ Yahoo! Video

Obie Trice - Cry Now

Olivia - Best Friend

Olivia - So Sexy

Obie Trice - Snitch(music video)

Olivia - Twist it(music video)

Obie Trice-Don't Come Down(music video)

Olivia Candy shop(music video)

Obie Trice - The Setup (music video)

Description
The Set Up also known as The Set Up (You Don't Know) was Obie Trice's second single from his debut album Cheers. It features Nate Dogg. The song was the final single from the album in both the UK and Australia.

Obie raps the verses and Nate Dogg sings the chorus. The beat is produced by Dr. Dre. The video for The Setup also features Warren G and Mya.

Lyrics
[Intro]
Bitch I see you
Bitch you know I know you
Yeah, I know you.

[Verse 1]
Last time I saw you, you was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck
Last time you saw me I was PI to the mothafuckin MP what!
And lately I heard you's a broke bitch living in the lower class suburbs
And lately the word is I live in the suburbs and I don't fuck with birds
She used to pump on the block, sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out BUT
She tried to plot on a nigga, vacant lot one shot bitch died go figure.
He used to pay this bitch gave her lots of shit, fucks wrong with this nigga man?
He used to bring her through the hood, treat the bitch to fuckin good in my opinion
We used to blaze with the bitch faded off the lick she x-rated the click
This nigga bought braids for the bitch Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit
Meanwhile in the hood she driving around good this bitch thinks she in Hollywood
Meantime she setting a nigga up telling us for the stuff she's ready to get him stuck WHAT

[Chorus: Nate Dogg and (Obie)]
Thick thighs but she full of surprises, I swear this bitch is shady
(It's what I know)
Sex on her mind all the time and you think that that's your laby
(You don't know)
You a good guy that's living a lie but she told them where your safe is
(It's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied, how come that bitch just paged me?
(You don't know)

[Verse 2]
We had to ride on a nigga 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 nigga screamed like a bitch. Showed us where the shit, hit a hell of a lick, BUT
The bitch who told us 'bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga he knew that we'd come BUT
Meanwhile, in his hood, his niggas is suitin up
And timbed looted up rims and a new trucks your man living it up
Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt. shot a nigga the fuck up
Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched. Its like a rush.
The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us turned out to be nuts switched up
Mixed up wit the wrong slut. Got my frame zipped up in a bag its all bad
My niggaz got my back in fact they caught on her the ave flossing in another nigga cab

[Chorus: Nate Dogg and (Obie)]
Thick thighs but she full of surprises, I swear this bitch is shady
(It's what I know)
Sex on her mind all the time and you think that that's your lady
(You don't know)
You a good guy that's living a lie but she told them where your safe is
(It's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied how come that bitch just paged me.
(You don't know)

Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth (music video)

Description
Get Some Teeth was Obie Trice's first single from his debut album Cheers.

The song was used as the theme song for the character "Compton-ass Terry" in the TV show Viva la Bam on MTV

The song details his various encounters with women in a bar. In the first verse he meet "Veronica," and invites her to Cheers and then offers her sex and various acts outside of the bar. The second verse Trice is enticed to approach "Karen," but does due to her having a venereal disease and many children with various men. She still confronts him for a one-night stand because she doesn't want to go home to another night of masturbation, Trice agrees saying that he wouldn't want to head home with a woman who has implants. He leaves the bar to find a group of woman making fun of him until he opens fire on them via a gun he had hidden in the truck of his car. In the last verse the bar is filled with obese women and Trice feels out of place because he has a "big-girl disorder." He leaves to find another bar with thinner women and exclaims "Lean Cuisine wouldn't hurt much."

Lyrics
[Obie Trice - talking]
WOO!
Damn ..
There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
I'm about to get drunk
Let's hold down,
Where the bar at?
[*crashing noise*]

[Verse 1]
Okay, okie dokey Obie's here
No more focus, hobo's got a career
And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here
And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear
She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer
Put her to the side and invite here to "Cheers"
Pull up a chair, nigga swear no drama
prepare for a player your workin with a MONSTER [*yelling*]
I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place
Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get
But we found what's fate
We can watch two incredible mates masterbate
Why settle and wait
Let's Escalade to the nearest Super 8
To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
C'mon

[Chorus - 2X]
And this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, [*sound of water dropping*], hopefully she got some teeth

[Verse 2]
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homies darin me to approach Karen
She's model material, but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal
She holla cause I got a lot of denerio
The DJ's playin Obie song on the stereo
And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I don't wanna be headin home
With some double D's full of silicone
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
'Til I popped da trunk and they found me outside
Cussin' at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Okay rolie polies everywhere [*horse naying noise*]
Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere
Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin
She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal [*crunching noise*]
-ly, like a box of Cheerios
Carrot cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or I'll split [*feet running away noise*]
And I ain't got time to play
Let's investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses pettite, no window drapes

[Obie Trice - talking]
Word to mother, they god damn okra and beans
Got ya Oprah in jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch

[Chorus]

[Outro - Obie Trice - talking]
Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teeth baby
It just wouldn't look right
Look, me big lips ..
You no teeth, it wouldn't work
You know what I'm sayin
Haha ha, yeah
I'm feelin good
Shady Records man
Obie Trice
C'mon

Olivia - Bizounce

Lyrics
F*** conversation, I'm throwin him a lever
Leavin the crib with a Dear John letter
I'm takin what I need, nigga f*** all ya cheddah
F*** all ya jewelry and f*** all ya cars
You ballin while I'm wishin on stars
Won't have me wildin while you puffin on dro's
Have me in the crib, all panties and bras
While you in the Benzo messin wit broads
Have ya'll face in another b***h twat
Go ahead playa boy that's how you get shot (I'ma get ya ass)
And I ain't even like that silly nigga
But I'm hurt and I'm filled up with liquor
Ponderin on if you really feel her
Only a man could make a girl a killer
And wit a nine like this my nigga don't sleep
I'ma creep up on your behind my nigga

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

[Verse 2 (1 in Napster version)]
Drivin in yo Benzo
Shinned up Lorenzo
Ashtray filled wit Indo
Toss it out the window
Bein fast as the ash blow
Leavin a nigga, f*** ya cash flow
I got my own account
And it holds a nice amount
I'ma come back for my clothes
And come back for my Roles
You can keep them other hoes
Nigga that's how the game goes
And if ya didn't know
Better ask somebody baby
Shoulda treated me like your lady
Nigga I gotta bizounce

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

[Verse 3 (2 in Napster version)]
F*** the conversation
I'm throwin you a letter
Keep them platinum credit cards
Keep all of your cheddar
That shit don't mean nuttin to me (No nuttin to me no nuttin to me)
Cuz I'm tired of you stressin me (Tired of you stressin me)
The scent of perfume on ya clothes (In ya clothes)
Messin wit them silly hoes (Silly hoes)
Got me feelin miserable (I'm miserable)
Peddlin up wit Hen and Coke (It's on...)
Sleepin wit the enemy (...b***h)
Boy you don't wanna f*** wit me (Don't wanna f*** wit me)

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

[Verse 4 (3 in Napster version)]
I ain't never comin back no more
I know you heard that shit before
I don't never wanna see your face
Faded pictures on make-up case
Shoulda known what ya missed at home
Now you roll along wit no one to bone
You ain't never gonna eat pumpum
not from this no no

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this s**t no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga f*** you