Adrenaline Rush Lyrics

Adrenaline Rush

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

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