Various Artists - Adrenaline Rush lyrics

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Various Artists - Adrenaline Rush lyrics

[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]