Lyrics of 'Hell Yeah' by Obie Trice

They say he lonely, he ain't got big homie
He strayed from Interscope now they don't know me
Only reason he succeeded was reverse E
Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat
But Slim and Dre's still in my DNA
("Chka-chka Slim Shady")
They say he lonely, he ain't got big homie
He strayed from Interscope now they don't know me
Only reason he succeeded was reverse E
Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat
But Slim and Dre's still in my DNA
Consume my body, found a trace of gangsta party
But I don't give a fuck in my artery
It's BME but fam forever part of me

[Chorus]
I'ma have to go on without quote-unquote
("Hell yea"0You know the boy Trice dope
Put a few of you niggaz through high school
Hyped ya IQ, average man into a psycho
(Obie!) You know I got 'em big homie
This ain't so long, I just had to own me
BME 'til a nigga C.P.
I'ma do it for the D ("Hell yea")

Yeah, it broke my heart seein Beans and Hova
As a music listener I know who y'all vote for
But e'rything black's not white, white's not black
That's the music business for ya
But as a consumer 'stead of you gettin a tumor
You opt out for the obvious bloomer
But the least obvious the one that'll do ya
That's learned knowledge from comin up in the sewer
And I ain't wreckin my cap to (Fuze) the gap
I just want (Yoo-hoo), this is the music to adapt
And if that ain't real rap
Obie Trice need to fall back - fuck that

[Chorus]

Through digi' design might lose my mind
So the digits I make won't be a surprise
Eyes wide open, Obie know you're fake
You ain't gotta say a word, I can see through your make
Wait 'til I get in hip-hop I'ma take
Give it to the needy, he who appreciates
No it's not the hustle
But you gotta have some type of love for this culture I grew up to
Muster up somethin for the folks who appreciate vocals
'stead of them duds that make 'em roast you
Who am I to coach as well?
I'ma take a different approach, you niggaz pound-sign, fail