Adrenline Rush Lyrics
The song Adrenline Rush is performed by Obie Trice .
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Get the f**k out motherf**ker...
Verse 1
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the f**king floor,
Lucky motherf**kers 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 on the vex,
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
You s*ck shit when my topics rockin,
I'm banned from clubs 'cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a f**king sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherf**ker in your way who's bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...
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Get live motherf**ker when I speak motherf**ker,
Out your seat motherf**ker, I'm a reach motherf**ker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherf**kers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherf**ker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherf**ker
I would'nt give a f**k who you be motherf**ker
Punk, pus*y, bitch or G motherf**ker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherf**ker
Verse 2
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
Show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
I'm just an animal eating the game,
Jumbo monkey, funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
Keep yak's 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,
Off the beat's the crowd overpleased,
Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's,
Off the cognac, finger f**king the ski's,
That's how it is when you party with me,
You don't like it, you L-7 like a square beat...
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Verse 3
Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze,
Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,
To gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's,
We underground motherf**ker fix your frown's,
I beat the bore with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never been this deep before,
So throw up your hands and peep out your man's
When I come through next quarter trust it in you's,
And trust I'm attackin it,
i cook up that hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
That's why I'm so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga's pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That's right, you go through obie trice f**ked up,
on your knees drop for these...
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