Everywhere I Go Lyrics - Second Round's On Me - Obie Trice

Yeah, ride wit' me, come ride wit' Trice, man 

I brought my man wit' me, Curtis Interscope Jack 

Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif', holla at 'em 

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be 

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie 

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be 

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie 

They say, Obie Trice gone, look at 'em 

Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him? 

Now I recite songs with icons 

See I come from convicts and crumbs, my nigga, listen 

His transition shows his ambitions 

Nuttin' less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing 

Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher 

Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures 

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Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches 

It's hard to grasp the situation at hand 

When you used to have to ask for digits 

Now they pass 'em to you like easy fast for tickets 

Classic, isn't it? Coming from a past with a casket 

Dips from beneath the grass, so you're cremated to ashes 

Nigga created from the crap, this is past fictitious 

Fif', tell 'em how we was when we last wen' visit 

Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be 

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie 

Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be 

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie 

And now the spotlight's on Trice 

But back when the spot life was Trice 

I always kept beside a spot for a mic 

Despite wrongs and rights 

I would write after I slung white to homes on the pipe 

Photos 

I had a notion I would be bi-costal 

But being across the ocean is la vida loca 

And vada loco, I'm in Janayo 

Konichiwa in Tokyo, it's sushi with eel 

I got a taste for that pompis chopping up in Brazil 

Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill 

Now how real is he to come from where we get killed 

To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out 

I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be 

Offering me the cooch-o, eating on osso buco 

Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin 

And never get to see what the world's offering 

Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be 

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie 

Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be 

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie 

Yeah, things change man, you know, get a chance to travel 

See the world and you start to look at things a lil' different 

You ain't bullshitting 

'Cause I ain't never thought I'd see it out the hood 

Heh, look at a nigga now