Adrenaline Rush Lyrics

Get the f*** up, m***********

Hey yo, when i step up on the bar
everybody hits the f***** floor
lucky m************ 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 s***
n***** get the wildin
when my words, echo the room like "Get yo hand outta my pocket"
you sock s***, when my topics rockin
im banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
loud, speakin like a f***** sports announcer
i spit the blah hah, till you rush the bouncer
or rush the m*********** in your way whos bouncin
you know obie trice, keeps those gats p***ouncin


Get live m*********a, when i speak m*********a
out ya seat m*********, out my reach m*********
shady records till i sleep m*********
obie trice, nothin but street m*********
tear this b**** up, until you bleed m*********
i wouldnt give a f*** who you be m*********
punk, p****, b**** or g m*********
adrenaline rush before you leave m*********
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***** at smokin them trees
off the cogniac, finger f***** a sleeze
thats how it is when you party with me
you dont like it, you l seven like a square beat

Ever since i came, i rearranged the place with blaze
stage dive with c**e ceivers, dna
im so addicted to gettin n***** lifted
drunk off of liquid
obie trice, the misfit
doucin the crowd with p*** and brows
we underground m*********, 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 s*** like ainslee havin it
thats why im so miraculous
and obie gets you n***** pumped up
i see you next collisiem chump
thats right, you come to obie trice f***** up
of ease, drunk, weed

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