Adrenaline Rush lyrics

by

Guru


[Intro]
Get the f*ck up, mothaf*cka

[Verse 1]
Ayo, when I step up in the bar everybody hit the f*ckin' floor
Lucky mothaf*ckas 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*t
n*ggas get to wilding
When my words echoes the room like (Get your hand out my pockets)
You sock sh*t while my topics rocking
I'm banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
Loud speaking like a f*ckin' sports announcer
I spit the Blaha 'til you rush the bouncer
Or rush the mothaf*cka in your way who's bouncing
You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncing

[Hook]
Get live mothaf*cka when I speak mothaf*cka
Out your seat mothaf*cka, I'mma reach mothaf*ckas
Shady Records 'til I sleep, mothaf*cka
Obie Trice, nothing but street, mothaf*cka
Tear this b*tch up until you bleed, mothaf*cka
I wouldn't give a f*ck who you be, mothaf*cka
Punk, pus*y, b*tch or G, mothaf*cka
Adrenaline rush before you leave, mothaf*cka
[Verse 2]
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, a dog
Show out with speakers, roll out with heaters
I'm just an animal eating the game
Jump a monkey, f*ck 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*ggas at, smoking them trees
Off the cognac finger f*cking a skeez
That's how it is when you party with me
You don't like it? You L7 like a square be

[Hook]
Get live mothaf*cka when I speak mothaf*cka
Out your seat mothaf*cka, I'mma reach mothaf*ckas
Shady Records 'til I sleep, mothaf*cka
Obie Trice, nothing but street, mothaf*cka
Tear this b*tch up until you bleed, mothaf*cka
I wouldn't give a f*ck who you be, mothaf*cka
Punk, pus*y, b*tch or G, mothaf*cka
Adrenaline rush before you leave, mothaf*cka
[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*ggas lifted
Drunk off the liquid, O. Trice, the misfit
Dousing the crowd with p*ss and bile
We underground, mothaf*cka 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 at your venues
And trust, I'm attacking it
I cook up the hot sh*t like Ainsley Harriott
That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you n*ggas pumped up
I'll see you next coliseum, chump
That's right, it's your Obie Trice f*cked up off E's and weed

[Hook]
Get live mothaf*cka when I speak mothaf*cka
Out your seat mothaf*cka, I'mma reach mothaf*ckas
Shady Records 'til I sleep, mothaf*cka
Obie Trice, nothing but street, mothaf*cka
Tear this b*tch up until you bleed, mothaf*cka
I wouldn't give a f*ck who you be, mothaf*cka
Punk, pus*y, b*tch or G, mothaf*cka
Adrenaline rush before you leave, mothaf*cka
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