

| Song Title: | Everywhere I Go |
| Artist: | Obie Trice |
| Album: | Second Round's On Me |
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Chorus (50 Cent) :
Everywhere I Go, I Mean Like Everywhere I Be,
It Seems Like Everybody Knows, How I Get Down,
& Who I Be, Homie.....2x
Verse 1 (Obie Trice) :
They say obie trice gone, look at him,
back then i was mike jones, who would even look at him,
now i recite songs, wit icons, see i come,
from convicts and crumbs my nigga, listen,
his transistion shows his ambition,
nothing less then man gettin off his ass and vanishing,
into the world of ass kissing,
witness him wit ashton kutcher, now they ask for pictures,
autograph signatures, went from rags to riches,
to gettin ass from bitches
thats all to grab, the situation at hand,
wen u used to have to ask for digits,
now they pass em to u like hes a fast for tickets,
classic isnt, comin from a past where the casket dips in beneath the grass or ya cremated to ashes, nigga,
created from the craft, this is past fictious,
fif, tell em how it was wen we last did visit,
(chorus)
and now the spot lights on trice, but back wen the spotlight was trice, i always kept preside
a sight for a mic, despite, wrongs and rights,
i would write, right after i sold white, to homes on the pipe,
i had a notion i would be by coast though,
but bein across the ocean its la vida loca,
and vada loca, and man ja ney yo,
kaneetcheewa in tokyo and sushi is eel,
i gotta taste pumpos choppin up in brazil,
drinkin the finest wine in france on a hill,
now how real is he to come from where we get killed,
to havin all his dreams fulfilled, look out
i got fantasies of bein in italy, where da women be,
offerin me to kucho, eatin on her sabooko,
awesome, i kno, so often,
we jus reach the coffin and never get to see wat the worlds offerin...
(chorus)
50 cent - yea, things change man, dont get a chance to travel, see the world u start to look at things different
obie - we aint bullshittin, 'cause i never hotught id see it out the hood, look at a nigga now
Everywhere I Go, I Mean Like Everywhere I Be,
It Seems Like Everybody Knows, How I Get Down,
& Who I Be, Homie.....2x
Verse 1 (Obie Trice) :
They say obie trice gone, look at him,
back then i was mike jones, who would even look at him,
now i recite songs, wit icons, see i come,
from convicts and crumbs my nigga, listen,
his transistion shows his ambition,
nothing less then man gettin off his ass and vanishing,
into the world of ass kissing,
witness him wit ashton kutcher, now they ask for pictures,
autograph signatures, went from rags to riches,
to gettin ass from bitches
thats all to grab, the situation at hand,
wen u used to have to ask for digits,
now they pass em to u like hes a fast for tickets,
classic isnt, comin from a past where the casket dips in beneath the grass or ya cremated to ashes, nigga,
created from the craft, this is past fictious,
fif, tell em how it was wen we last did visit,
(chorus)
and now the spot lights on trice, but back wen the spotlight was trice, i always kept preside
a sight for a mic, despite, wrongs and rights,
i would write, right after i sold white, to homes on the pipe,
i had a notion i would be by coast though,
but bein across the ocean its la vida loca,
and vada loca, and man ja ney yo,
kaneetcheewa in tokyo and sushi is eel,
i gotta taste pumpos choppin up in brazil,
drinkin the finest wine in france on a hill,
now how real is he to come from where we get killed,
to havin all his dreams fulfilled, look out
i got fantasies of bein in italy, where da women be,
offerin me to kucho, eatin on her sabooko,
awesome, i kno, so often,
we jus reach the coffin and never get to see wat the worlds offerin...
(chorus)
50 cent - yea, things change man, dont get a chance to travel, see the world u start to look at things different
obie - we aint bullshittin, 'cause i never hotught id see it out the hood, look at a nigga now

































