เนื้อเพลง The Set up - Obie Trice
เนื้อเพลง The Set up
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Intro - Obie Trice]
B*tch I see you, cause you know I know you
Yeah I know you.
[Verse - 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 motherf*cking M-P WHAT!
And lately I heard you's a broke b*tch livin in the lower class 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, vacan't 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 to f*ckin good, my opinion
We used to blaze with the b*tch, faded off the lick she x-rays the clip
This n*gga bought braids for the b*tch
Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some s*cka 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!
[Chorus - Nate Dogg (Obie Trice)]
Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this b*tch is Shady (that's what I know)
Sex 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 dove and played your safety (it's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that b*tch just paged me? (you don't know)
[Verse - 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 what his sh*t hit her, hell of a lick BUT!
The b*tch, who told us bout the bricks exposed us to the n*gga
He knew that we'd come BUT! {*gun shot*}
Meanwhile in his hood, his n*ggaz 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 wit us
Turned out to be nuts, switched up
Mixed up wit the wrong sl*t
Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad
My n*ggaz got my back, in fact
They caught on her Ave, flossin in another n*gga cab
[Chorus]