obie trice °adrenaline rush Lyrics

Get the f___ up
Ayo, when I step up in the club everybody hit the f___in' floor
Lucky m_________ers make it to the door
Cuz when I spit on mic's I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club owner vexed
Cuz he gotta pay me when I spit
Plus replace a lot of s___
n____s get to wildin'
When my words echoes the room like
(get your hand out my pockets)
You sock s___ while my topics rockin'
I'm banned from clubs cuz of my toxic tonsils
Loud speakin' like a f___in sports announcer
I spit, the block hot 'til you rush the bouncer
Or rush the m_________er in your way who's bouncin'
You know O. Trice get the gats p___ouncin'

Get live m_________er when I speak m_________er
Out your seat m_________er, I'ma reach m_________ers
Shady Records 'til I sleep, m_________er
Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, m____tfucka
Tear this b____ up until you bleed, m_________er
I wouldn't give a f___ who you be, m_________er
Punk, p____, b____ or G, m_________er
Adrenaline rush before you leave, m_________er

When I speak I blow out your tweeters
A dog
Show out with speakers
Roll out with heaters
I'm just a animal eatin' the game
Jump a monkey
f___ yeah, Obie's the name
I roll solo
Never been a ho, though
Keep gats vocal
When cats act loco
Where you at when I'm movin' the crowd
You get trampled, mashed on Detroit style
Up out your seats
Pump out the E's
Up the beats, the crowd "Obie, please"
Where my n____s at, smokn' them trees
Off the cognac finger f___in' a skeez
That's how it is when you party with me
You don't like it?
You L7 like a square be


Yo, and since I came
I've rearranged the place with blaze
Stage dive with Colt Seavers (?) DNA
I'm so addicted to gettin' n____s lifted
Drunk off the liquid
O.Trice, the misfit
Dousin' the crowd with p___ and bile
We underground, m_________er fix your frown
I be the boy with the whiskey toy
Offa whiskey
You never been to skeet before
So, throw up your hands and
Peep out your man's when
I come through
Next quarter Trice intervene use
And trust, I'm attackin' it
I cook up the hot s___ like Ainsley Harriet
That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you n____s pumped up
I'll see you next coliseum, chump

That's right, it's your Obie Trice f___ed up
Off weed... E's and whiskey


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