Ob (feat. Marc E. Bassy)

I met you backstage, thought I'd meet your friend

You said, "This is my girlfriend," I said, "That's nice, that's my homie, Bob"

I said, "Let's go to a kickback," you said, "Oh wait, is that Nic Nac?"

I said, "I thought you knew? He's gonna be there too"

It's a lot of things that we can do

We can mix my buddies and your crew

Mess with your girl on the side

So I cannot be surprised when you're a

Ob for me and my homies

Some things will never change, you know I can't complain

'Bout Obs fuck me and my homies

Some things will never change, you'll always be our baby

Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob

(Ob, just an Ob, yeah, you're just an Ob, Ob, yeah)

Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob

(You're just an Ob, Ob, you're just an Ob, you'll always be our babe)

I been thinkin' 'bout you lately, I think about your homegirl lately

And I'm about to pop off, no safety

I'm thinkin' 'bout the dome that you gave me

And, hey, it's a little birdie 'round town

So take you home, get that dome, you're goin' down

You like us, I know now, make us bust like four pounds

And it's a lot of things that we can do

We can mix my buddies and your crew

Mess with your girl on the side

So I cannot be surprised when you're a

Ob for me and my homies

Some things will never change, you know I can't complain

'Bout Obs fuck me and my homies

Some things will never change, you'll always be our baby

Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob

(Ob, just an Ob, yeah, you're just an Ob, Ob, yeah)

Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob, Oh, Ob

(You're just an Ob, Ob, you're just an Ob, you'll always be our babe)