Obie Trice - Secrets Lyrics

[Intro:]
'Ey, cameraman! Give me an up and over, nigga!
I'm 'bout to run this bitch. [beat starts] [10 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus:]
Baby, we can keep this thing on the low!
No one gotta know, - when a nigga come through.
See? I just wanna f*ck you,
An' - you just wanna f*ck me! - Our secret creepin'.
Know a nigga got a hoe!
And she got a home, - that she gotta go to.
See? - I just wanna f*ck you
An' - you just wanna f*ck me! - Our secret creepin'.

[Verse 1:]
These niggaz think they bitch ain't cheatin'!
She in the club every week deceivin' 'em.
Hangin' out with Toneisha and 'em,
All in V.I.P. tryna meet a new G with 'em.
Yeah, nigga; yo' relationship riiight,
But your bitch got a dick on the siiide!
You fell in love so she know what you aboouut,
You don't get her hiiigh. - Always on tiiime!
She need a nigga that's gon' f*ck her brains oouut,
Send her home, put her pussy in your moouuth.
Niggaz get comfortable, fall in love;
They don't wanna f*ck no mo'. - They cuddlin' up!
But see? Your wife is a slut, she's just tryna nut;
She wanna get rammed but her man ain't the one.
So on the other hand she plan to get done by
A nigga who tell a lil' some'n some'n liiike!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Don't get mad at Obie!
This is - harsh reality, your broad's a freak!
She wanna get it in witcha homey,
Trust me! Behind your back, there's a week.
Behind her lunch break, there's a meet;
Behind all that it's a low-key freak.
But baby, don't get it twisted, us niggaz is thugs,
It takes five minutes to f*ck, - back onto y'all!
Catch him up? - Naw! But you seen what you saw;
That nigga say: "It wasn't me! "
He gets puss like around the clock,
Wife ain't watchin', niggaz bouncin' on the twat.
Even Peter boy diggin' it out,
All on the countertops drillin' the trout!
F*cked up thing, babe it's your bridesmaid.
This ain't J. Springer! - This is Obie.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Nigga had his share of broads involved,
But when they hit the gan', they just start to bawl.
They say: "I don't know why I got your balls in my jaws."
"My man take care of the fam'. - No flaws! "
No psychiatric visit bitch can help ya;
You just like dicks in your throat, - helpless!
Niggaz come through, beat up your pelvis,
Then you run back to whom think you precious.
At home, she like Aunt Jemima;
All alone she like anacondas.
Your man want answers, why play me dishonest?
Then he seek counsellin' to keep Pocahontas.
Niggaz pokin' holes in there homey, be honest!
You got a hoe fo' sho' for a Madonna!
Dudes don't recognize the drama,
'Til another nigga get his thiiighs, got her and tell her...

[Chorus] [beat stops]