Eminem – Drips ft Obie Trice

Renowned American rap sensation and music creator, Eminem join efforts with Obie Trice to create this new song titled “Drips”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Eminem Show (Expanded Edition)” was officially released on 26 May 2002.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Obie, yo

I’m sick

Damn, you straight, dog?

That’s why I ain’t got no time (I think I got chlamydia)

For these games and stupid tricks

Or these bitches (Bitch!) on my dick

That’s how dudes be gettin’ sick (That bitch!)

That’s how dicks be gettin’ drips

Fallin’ victims to this shit

From these bitches on our dicks

Fuckin’ chickens with no ribs

That’s why I ain’t got no time

Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk (Damn!)

I had a bag of the skunk, won in last night’s tunk

Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaner’s

Fucked me good, you shoulda seen this

Big booty bitch, switch unbearable (Shit!)

French roll stylin’, body like a stallion

Sizin’ up the figure, while my shit gettin’ bigger

Debatin’ on a fuck or do I wanna be her nigga?

Caressin’ this bitch, plus I’m checkin’ out them tits (Damn!)

Sippin’ on that fine shit I ain’t used to buyin’

I gotta hit it from behind, it’s mandatory

Like takin’ hoes’ money, but that’s another story

For surely pussy on toast, after we toast

Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice (C’mere)

The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin’ my jock

In that spot hotter than the hottest block

“Don’t stop!”—response I got when I was knockin’ it

Clock’s steady tickin’, kinky finger lickin’

And can on, semen’s at my tip when she moans

I gotta slow down before I cum soon

And work that nigga like a slave owner (Yeah)

When I dropped off my outfit she knew I wanted to bone her

She foamin’ at them lips, the ones between the hips

Pubic hair’s lookin’ like some sour cream dip

Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though

Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks

We in the final stretch (C’mere), the last part of sex

I bust a fat-ass nut, then I woke up next (Holy)

Like, what the fuck is goin’ on here? (Shit!) This bitch evaporated

Pussy and all just picked up and vacated

And now I’m frustrated, ’cause my dick was unprotected (Damn!)

And doctor Wesley tellin’ me I really got that shit (Fuck!)

That’s why I ain’t got no time

For these games and stupid tricks

Or these bitches on my dick

That’s how dudes be gettin’ sick

That’s how dicks be gettin’ drips

Fallin’ victims to this shit

From these bitches on our dicks

Fuckin’ chickens with no ribs

That’s why I ain’t got no time

Now I don’t wanna hit no woman, but this chick’s got it comin’

Someone better get this bitch ‘fore she gets kicked in the stomach

And she’s pregnant, but she’s eggin’ me on, beggin’ me to throw her

Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force

And I don’t wanna resort to violence of any sort

Though what’s she shovin’ me for? (Bitch!) Doesn’t she love me no more?

Wasn’t she huggin’ me four minutes ago at the door?

Man, I’m this close to goin’ toe-to-toe with this whore

What would you do if she was tellin’ you she wants a divorce?

She’s havin’ another baby in a month and it’s yours

And you found it isn’t, ’cause this bitch has been visitin’ someone else

And suckin’ his dick and kissin’ you on the lips when you get back to Michigan

Now the plot is thickenin’ worse

‘Cause you feel like you’ve been stickin’ your fuckin’ dick in a hearse

So you’re paranoid at every little cold that you get

Ever since they told you this shit, you’ve been holdin’ your dick

So you go to the clinic, sweatin’ every minute you in it

Then the doctor comes out, lookin’ like Dennis the Menace (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

And it’s obvious to everyone in the lobby it’s AIDS (Sorry)

He ain’t even gotta call you in his office to say it (Sorry)

So you jet back home, ’cause you gon’ get that ho

When you see her, you gon’ bend her fuckin’ neck back, yo

‘Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow

Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?

Jesus, I don’t believe this bitch works at the cleaner’s

Bringin’ me home diseases, swingin’ from Obie’s penis

She’s so deceivin’, shit, this ho’s a genius, she G’d us

That’s why I ain’t got no time

For these games and stupid tricks

Or these bitches on my dick

That’s how dudes be gettin’ sick

That’s how dicks be gettin’ drips

Fallin’ victims to this shit

From these bitches on our dicks

Fuckin’ chickens with no ribs

That’s why I ain’t got no time

I’m busy, yeah, fuck these bitches!

Fuck ’em all!

Get money, Shady Records

Ha, whoa!

Obie Trice! Eminem, motherfucker!

New millennium shit, yeah

Turn this shit off, man

Turn this shit the fuck—