Obie Trice

Adrenaline Rush

Obie Trice


Get the fuck up, motherfucker 

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

[Chorus] 

Get live motherfucka, when i speak motherfucka 
out ya seat mothafucka, out my reach mothafucka 
shady records till i sleep mothafucka 
obie trice, nothin but street mothafucka 
tear this bitch up, until you bleed mothafucka 
i wouldnt give a fuck who you be mothafucka 
punk, pussy, bitch or g mothafucka 
adrenaline rush before you leave mothafucka 

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, fuck 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 niggas at smokin them trees 
off the cogniac, finger fuckin 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 niggas lifted 
drunk off of liquid 
obie trice, the misfit 
doucin the crowd with piss and brows 
we underground mothafucka, 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 shit like ainslee havin it 
thats why im so miraculous 
and obie gets you niggas pumped up 
i see you next collisiem chump 
thats right, you come to obie trice fucked up 
of ease, drunk, weed 

[Chorus]