Obie Trice

Obie Trice - Adrenaline Rush lyrics

Get the fuck up

Ayo, when I step up in the club everybody hit the fuckin' floor

Lucky motherfuckers 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 shit

Niggas get to wildin'

When my words echoes the room like

(get your hand out my pockets)

You sock shit while my topics rockin'

I'm banned from clubs cuz of my toxic tonsils

Loud speakin' like a fuckin sports announcer

I spit, the block hot 'til you rush the bouncer

Or rush the motherfucker in your way who's bouncin'

You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin'


Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker

Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers

Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker

Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka

Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker

I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker

Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker

Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker

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

Fuck 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 niggas at, smokn' them trees

Off the cognac finger fuckin' 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' niggas lifted

Drunk off the liquid

O.Trice, the misfit

Dousin' the crowd with piss and bile

We underground, motherfucker 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 shit like Ainsley Harriet

That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you niggas pumped up

I'll see you next coliseum, chump


That's right, it's your Obie Trice fucked up

Off weed... E's and whiskey


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