Synopsis Filmography

• Headshop (1971)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• SYNOPSIS - Obie Trice
• SYNOPSIS - Goodie Mob
• SYNOPSIS - All Shook Up Soundtrack

[Intro: Obie Trice talking (Green Lantern)]
The Conspiracy (yeah, yeah ...)
Green Lantern (what up, what up)
Hey Green I'ma talk to 'em man
That's all on this one (Obie Trice y'all) [echo]
[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
My momma look in my face with praises
Amazin grace to see her son on a paper chase (paper chase)
She ain't gotta face the jake, runnin up in her place
Cause her son's on a paper chase (paper chase)
And she ain't gotta face my frame, layin up in her wake
Cause her son's on a paper chase (paper chase)
Obie Trice, toggle back and forth with options
This is my life, the block or your Magnum-voxs
The synopsis, clogs my logic
You wanna be mobsters
Roll on a roster like we's imposters
Like we's in D needs to be stopped
Like we don't bleed and breathe hip-hop, and so they knock us
But this accomplishment is far more fetch than one's knowledge
It's impossible, we will never be stopped
Shady's inevitable, our heavy influence in medley crew
Who grew from a old school's point of view
Earn from the best, learn to play chess with words
The circumstances sayin we herbs
But that's aight, Soundscan sayin we word
And I'm pronouncin numbers, I ain't never in my life heard
And you ain't gotta touch it, fuck it, say I'ma puppet
I hit the public, motherfuckers love it
Obie Trice 2003, summer, newcomer, I'm comin

G's get locked up and die, mostly over bureaucracy
And hypocrisy remains unchanged, keep yo brains unchained
Or ain't a thang gon change, if the pain don't stain
Then ain't a thang been gained and that's just plain insane
So I refrain from lames, ain't never played no games
And I ain't gon lay no blames, 'cuz I'm back, still trill, too
Take from me, I will kill you by whatever means available
What ever's viable, assailable, it's hell of bullshit niggaz
This ain't no click of just niggaz, this is an order of dungeon family Renegade crusaders and we gone make you believe in this here shit
Like we made us, just like he ain't paid us, these crack ass niggaz
Must really think though was what we made of
Niggaz lift ya shades up, so I can see the soul of the fakers
That I'm terrifying, I hear thunder still clapping
And the lightening still blinding, the truth still hurts
Comin' real steel works, kilts and steel skirts, though they still twerk
Emotions still leave niggaz to idiotic actions
And lots of people still caught up in just physical attractions
The fans, the business, the life so demanding

Book by Joe DiPietro.
Music and lyrics by Various Authors.
All Shook Up is a musical comedy built around a number of songs made famous by Elvis Presley. It's not a biographical revue. It takes place in 1955, somewhere in middle America, where one girl's dream and a surprise visit from a mysterious leather-jacketed, guitar-playing stranger help a small town to discover the magic of romance and the power of rock & roll.