[Intro]
Get the f** up, muthaf**a
[Verse 1]
Ayo, when I step up in the bar everybody hit the f**in' floor
Lucky mothaf**as 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 lotta sh**
n***as get to wilding
When my words echoes the room like (Get your hand out my pockets)
You sock sh** while my topics rocking
I'm banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
Loud speaking like a f**in' sports announcer
I spit the Blaha 'til you rush the bouncer
Or rush the mothaf**a in your way who's bouncing
You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncing
[Hook]
Get live mothaf**a when I speak mothaf**a
Out your seat mothaf**a, I'mma reach mothaf**as
Shady Records until I sleep, mothaf**a
Obie Trice, nothing but street, muthaf**a
Tear this b**h up 'til you bleed, mothaf**a
I wouldn't give a f** who you be, mothaf**a
Punk, p**y, b**h or G, mothaf**a
Adrenaline rush before you leave, mothaf**a
[Verse 2]
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, a dog
Show out with speakers, roll out with heaters
I'm just a animal eating the game
Jump a monkey, f** 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 moving 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 n***as at, smoking them trees
Off the cognac finger f**ing a skeez
That's how it is when you party with me
You don't like it? You L7 like a square be
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And since I came, I've rearranged the place with blaze
Stage dive with Colt Seavers, DNA
I'm so addicted to getting n***as lifted
Drunk off the liquid, O. Trice, the misfit
Dousing the crowd with piss and bile
We underground, mothaf**a 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 attacking it
I cook up the hot sh** like Ainsley Harriott
That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you n***as pumped up
I'll see you next coliseum, chump
That's right, it's your Obie Trice f**ed up off E's and weed
[Hook]