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obie trice - adrenaline rush lyrics

get the f-ck up
aiyo, when i step up in the bar
everybody hit the f-ckin’ floor
lucky motherf-ckers make it to the door
cause 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
cause he gotta pay me when i spit
plus replace a lot of sh-t
n-gg-rs get to wildin’
when my words echoes the room like
(get your hand out my pockets)
you sock sh-t while my topics rockin’
i’m banned from clubs ’cause of my toxic tonsils
loud speakin’ like a f-ckin’ sports announcer
i spit the block hot ’til you rush the bouncer
or rush the motherf-cker in your way who’s bouncin’
you know o. trice get the gats pr-nouncin’

get loud motherf-cker when i speak motherf-cker
out your seat motherf-cker, i’ma reach motherf-ckers
shady records ’til i sleep motherf-cker
obie trice, nothin’ but street, motherf-cker
tear this b-tch up until you bleed motherf-cker
i wouldn’t give a f-ck who you be, motherf-cker
punk, p-ssy, b-tch or g, motherf-cker
adrenaline rush before you leave, motherf-cker

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
jungle monkey
funky, and obie’s the name
i roll solo
never been a hoe, 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
off the beats, the crowd “obie, please”
where my n-gg-rs at, smokin’ them trees
off the cognac, finger f-ckin’ 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-gg-rs lifted
drunk off the liquid
o. trice, the misfit
dousin’ the crowd with p-ss and bile
we underground, motherf-cker, fix your frown
i be the boy with the whiskey toy
off a 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 sh-t like ainsley harriet
that’s why i’m so miraculous
and obie gets you n-gg-rs pumped up
i’ll see you next coliseum, chump
that’s right, it’s your obie trice f-cked up
off weed… e’s and whiskey

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