Out Of State
Obie Trice Lyrics


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[Verse 1]
Roll out, straight to the ATL
Coming from the DET gotta bail
Gotta get mail in adbundance
Stat watch that yay on the oven
Nigga this hustlin'
Had enough gettin' nothing
Cooped in the ??? ???
Gotta get accustomed
So I push that dust, that's me crushin'
Push that new stank ugly,
Snowflakes in the hood like flurries,
Nigga so urgently, gotta earn that cheese, affirmatively,
The firm with me gotta, turn the keys of a 64 fever,
So eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper,
No two-ways, no feds, only way a nigga get head get bread,
Stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in the spot where the dope grow

[Bridge]
We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state!
Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

[Verse 2]
Dippin' now, in the CAL, get Dre on the phone,
Gotta put that fluff on hold, homegrown, holmes know,
Bubonic chronic gots to move on it soon as possible
Honest, you-Hauls, movin' by two anonymous drivers
Reclinin', just a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast,
Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the 'Mo like pronto
With guacemole, niggaz can't grow these, got it where they make nacho,
Not so? Taste that, wipe the Ajax off that plastic wrap,
Look at him now, his eyes saggin' like my Dickie khaks,
In fact nigga cheef on that, please believe I gotta get them stacks

[Bridge]
We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state!
Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

[Verse 3]
Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gators bankroll,
You can never trust them stank hoes, Minnesota got that stroleon(?), troleum
On that rack, gotta flip them O's like that, get that dough right back
Gotta make sure niggaz intact
Strapped, niggaz get mad,
Gotta have witchu, Gat
Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise,
Niggaz know you ain't havin' that
Gotta have that, gettin' ass since,
Where the math at? Nigga pass that
No average, pure, what do you think a nigga down here for?
Get more, gotta push them Bentley Azures,
Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty, niggaz know wit' me

[Bridge]
We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,




Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state!
Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

Overall Meaning

In "Out of State," Obie Trice talks about his hustling lifestyle, where he has to constantly travel to different states to earn money. He starts in Detroit, mentioning that he needs to go to Atlanta to get mail and cook up some drugs to sell. He has had enough of being unable to make money and is aggressively pushing to earn more. He talks about moving drugs from California to Missouri and working with some anonymous drivers to transport them. He mentions the risks and precautions he has to take like staying low-profile and carrying weapons for protection. Obie talks about how he has no choice but to go out of state to earn money because if he doesn't, he'll break. In the final verse, he highlights that he has to constantly be on his guard, protecting himself from his enemies and ensuring his team is intact.


The song's lyrics reflect Obie Trice's personal experiences as a drug dealer, and it offers some insight into the dangerous world of drug hustling. The song is a celebration of the hustler's lifestyle, with Obie's aggressive flow and manic energy conveying the importance of earning money to maintain a certain standard of living.


Line by Line Meaning

Roll out, straight to the ATL
Leaving Detroit straight to Atlanta


Coming from the DET gotta bail
Escaping from Detroit


Gotta get mail in adbundance
Need for a lot of money


Stat watch that yay on the oven
Cooking drugs on the stove and keeping a watchful eye on them


Nigga this hustlin'
Living as a hustler


Had enough gettin' nothing
Tired of not making money


Cooped in the ??? ???
Feeling trapped in a situation


Gotta get accustomed
Have to adapt to the situation


So I push that dust, that's me crushin'
Selling drugs and crushing them into powder


Push that new stank ugly,
Selling new, strong, and undesirable drugs


Snowflakes in the hood like flurries,
Seeing the drugs being consumed like snowflakes in a blizzard


Nigga so urgently, gotta earn that cheese, affirmatively,
Desperately needing to make money, no matter what it takes


The firm with me gotta, turn the keys of a 64 fever,
The crew he runs with has to share a classic car to transport drugs


So eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper,
Anxious to restock and make money, relying on old technology


No two-ways, no feds, only way a nigga get head get bread,
No communication devices that can be traced by law enforcement. The only way to get information and money is through hustling


Stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in the spot where the dope grow
Keeping a low profile and avoiding law enforcement and women where drugs are produced


Dippin' now, in the CAL, get Dre on the phone,
Now travelling to California, contacting Dr. Dre for business


Gotta put that fluff on hold, homegrown, holmes know,
Delaying the sale of imported drugs and focusing on locally grown ones that are more popular


Bubonic chronic gots to move on it soon as possible
Must move quickly to sell high quality marijuana


Honest, you-Hauls, movin' by two anonymous drivers
Using rental trucks to move drugs with two unidentifiable drivers


Reclinin', just a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast,
Relaxing during the drive while transporting drugs from the West to the East coast


Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the 'Mo like pronto
Need to make money by selling drugs, then quickly returning to Detroit


With guacemole, niggaz can't grow these, got it where they make nacho,
Bringing back a valuable strain of marijuana that is hard to find, grown where nachos are produced


Not so? Taste that, wipe the Ajax off that plastic wrap,
Challenging anyone who doubts the quality of the marijuana to try it


Look at him now, his eyes saggin' like my Dickie khaks,
Observing someone under the influence of drugs, with droopy eyes like his pants


In fact nigga cheef on that, please believe I gotta get them stacks
Indicating he's also consuming drugs while emphasizing the need to make money


Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gators bankroll,
Enemies and weak people are aware of his Detroit style and his ability to attract money


You can never trust them stank hoes, Minnesota got that stroleon(?), troleum
Referring to unreliable women and a type of drug from Minnesota


On that rack, gotta flip them O's like that, get that dough right back
Profiting from dealing drugs


Gotta make sure niggaz intact
Ensuring the safety of his comrades


Strapped, niggaz get mad,
Armed and expecting hostility


Gotta have witchu, Gat
Always carrying a gun


Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise,
Dealing with competition by violence if necessary


Niggaz know you ain't havin' that
Letting others know he won't tolerate competition


Gotta have that, gettin' ass since,
Pursuing money and success for a long time


Where the math at? Nigga pass that
Where is the money? Pass it to me


No average, pure, what do you think a nigga down here for?
Not dealing with low-quality drugs. He's there to make money


Get more, gotta push them Bentley Azures,
Earning enough money to afford luxury cars


Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty, niggaz know wit' me
Empty-handed and broke, but determined to make money with his friends


We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
We must earn money by any means necessary


Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state!
Even if it means leaving town, we won't stop hustling and making money


Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!
Need to earn a lot of money at a high profit margin and return home with heavy profits




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: HAMILTON BOHANNON, HAMILTON FREDERICK BOHANNON, MARVIN GAYE, MARVIN P GAYE, MICHAEL JAMES HENDERSON, OBIE TRICE

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