Obie Trice - Adrenaline Rush. by Obie Trice. 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. [Chorus]. 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. [Chorus]