Obie Trice - Adrenaline Rush lyrics

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Obie Trice - Adrenaline Rush lyrics

Get the f** up, motherf**er Hey yo, when i step up on the bar everybody hits the f**in floor lucky motherf**ers make it to the door cause when i spit on the mics, i spit raw which cause confusion, from the bar to the dance floor i keep the club on the vex cause he got a penny when i spit and replace a lot of sh** n***as get the wildin when my words, echo the room like "Get yo hand outta my pocket" you sock sh**, when my topics rockin im banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils loud, speakin like a f**in sports announcer i spit the blah hah, till you rush the bouncer or rush the motherf**er in your way whos bouncin you know obie trice, keeps those gats pronouncin [Chorus] Get live motherf**a, when i speak motherf**a out ya seat mothaf**a, out my reach mothaf**a shady records till i sleep mothaf**a obie trice, nothin but street mothaf**a tear this b**h up, until you bleed mothaf**a i wouldnt give a f** who you be mothaf**a punk, p**y, b**h or g mothaf**a adrenaline rush before you leave mothaf**a when i speak, i blow out ya tweeters, im dark show out in speakers, roll out with heaters im just an animal, eatin the game jungle monkey, f** yah obies the name i roll solo, never been a holdo keep gats fo fo, when cats act loco where you at when im movin a crowd you get trampled, mashed on, detroit style up out ya seats, pump out the ease off the beats, the crowd obie please where my n***as at smokin them trees off the cogniac, finger f**in a sleeze thats how it is when you party with me you dont like it, you l seven like a square beat [Chorus] Ever since i came, i rearranged the place with blaze stage dive with coke ceivers, dna im so addicted to gettin n***as lifted drunk off of liquid obie trice, the misfit doucin the crowd with piss and brows we underground mothaf**a, fix your frowns i be the boy with the whiskey tour off of wiskey, youve never been this deep before so, throw up ya hands and peep out yo mans when i come through, next quarter trice that the fiends use and trust, im attackin it i cook up the hot sh** like ainslee havin it thats why im so miraculous and obie gets you n***as pumped up i see you next collisiem chump thats right, you come to obie trice f**ed up of ease, drunk, weed [Chorus]

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