Hands On You

[Obie Trice]

Babe uh, yeah!

Girl, you my only one though aight (hahaha)

You my baby

Fuck all that shit aight?

You're the one for me

Check it out

[Obie Trice]

Baby I'm feeling the feelings you giving, I'm feelin' your style

And I'm willing to let my guard down to figure you out

I'm picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling

Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands

'Cause the vibe you giving me now

Feels like I'm a innocent child

Sinning is never tempting when other women's around

Hands down, this is my vow

I never heard a moan sound so profound

When a nigga's digging you out, phone rings

You cuss them motherfuckers out

Quit calling the house!

If I call, you're in route

There's a drought, you look out

I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze

Please believe I ain't scared of commitment

Fuck head from them bitches!

When you could do the same, but that respect is given

Our intimacy is significantly different

CHORUS [Eminem & Obie Trice]

You gon' ride for me (you gon' ride?)

Then I'm gon' ride for you (I'ma ride)

If you put your mouth on me (put it on me)

I'ma put my mouth on you

Together there ain't nothing we can't do (there's nothing)

Any problem we can see it through (we see it through)

Baby if you promise to be true (you promise?)

I will never put my hands on you

Come on and think about it

[Obie Trice]

We ain't even got to talk when we see each other

We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers

You my lover, I'm your friend, I'm your man, but I'm sayin'

Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand

Visions of you having my little man

We joke, you call me George Foreman

'Cause I'm namin' him O number four, me I'm three

Plus the ol' G like the personality, she say it's meant to be

I'm in the bathroom when you pee

She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo doo, you my boo boo

There's nothing in this world that a nigga wouldn't do to

Satisfy, this my bitch that ride

My bitch wit' the pistol in the ride

A nigga act up she busting, she ain't gotta decide

No discussion, she'll put a slug in a tough niggaz muffin

You're fucking wit' her husband

Chorus

[Obie Trice]

Come on and think about it

You got a ring about it

Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage

Drama we overcome it if we out numbered

I promise it'll be us against a hundred

Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanut butter

Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach

Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper

Enough to call O her baby father

You ain't gotta bother 'bout a deal, I swear I keep it real

Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal

It's signed and sealed, you the only female

Hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail

Post bail and post up for sale

I swore, I swear we will always live well

Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills

Who's gon' stop up? Nobody! We's that deal

Chorus

[Eminem & Obie Trice]

If you gon' stand by me (if you gon' stand by me)

Then I'm gon' stand by you (then I'm gon' stand by you)

If you promise you'll be true

Then I'll never put my hands on you (hands down)

But! Don't you play me for no fool (no fool)

Bitch 'cause if I put my mouth on you (on you)

After you put your mouth on someone else

Better find someone else new

Come on and think about it

[Obie Trice]

Yeah

Obie Trice

Shady!