Artist: Obie Trice Album: Second Round's on Me Song: Out of State Typed by: wcbe@aol.com [Intro: Obie Trice] + (Stat Quo) Stat (Where you at nigga?) I'm on the road. I'm on my way down there, 75 south nigga (Man bring that muthafuckin work man. We gotta fill these god damn streets You understand what I'm talkin bout pimp need ta ask...) [1st Verse] Roll out, striaght to the A-T-L Coming from the D-E-T gotta bail Gotta get mail in abundance Stat watch that yay on the oven Nigga this hustling Had enough getting nothin Couped in the group, ballers gotta get accustomed So I push that dust, thust me crush 'em Push that new stank ugly Snowflakes in the hood like flurrys Nigga so urgently gotta earn that cheese affirmitevly The firm with me gotta turn the keys of a 64 fever So eager, go re-up Get cheese on an old school beeper No two-ways, no feds Only way a nigga get head, get bread Stay low pro, no po-po No hoes in the spot where the dough grows [Chorus] We got to get this paper dawg any way it takes Before you see a nigga like myself break Even if it means that we rollin out of state Gotta get it at a good rate Get bucks, come home with the weight up [2nd Verse] Dippin now, straight to the C-A-L Get Dre on the phone Gotta put that fluff on hold Home grown, holmes know Bubonic chronic gots ta move on it soon as possible Honest U-Haul's moving by two annonymous drivers reclining Just a couple of folks reload, from the west to the east coast Gotta get that dough, flip them bows Get back to the mo' like pronto With guacamole niggaz, can't grow these Got it where they make nachos Not so? taste that Wipe the a-jax off that plastic wrap Look at him now, his ass sagging like my dickie khaks' In fact nigga cheif on that Please believe I gotta get them stacks [Chorus] [3rd Verse] Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gave us bank roll Nigga never stress those stank hoes, Minnesota got that stro we on Petroleon, on that rap Gotta flip them o's like that Get that dough right back, gotta make sure niggaz in tact strapped Niggaz get mad, gotta have what you got Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise niggaz know you ain't having that Gotta have it at, gettin assets Where the math at, nigga pass that No average, pure What do you think a nigga down here for? Get more, gotta push them Bentley 'Zures Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty Niggaz don't hear me [Chorus]