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  • Текст песни Obie Trice - Adrenaline Rush



    Get the fuck up
    Ayo, when I step up in the club everybody hit the fuckin' floor
    Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
    Cuz 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
    Cuz he gotta pay me when I spit
    Plus replace a lot of shit
    Niggas get to wildin'
    When my words echoes the room like
    (get your hand out my pockets)
    You sock shit while my topics rockin'
    I'm banned from clubs cuz of my toxic tonsils
    Loud speakin' like a fuckin sports announcer
    I spit, the block hot 'til you rush the bouncer
    Or rush the motherfucker in your way who's bouncin'
    You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin'

    [Chorus]
    Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
    Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers
    Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker
    Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka
    Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker
    I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
    Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
    Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker

    When I speak I blow out your tweeters
    A dog
    Show out with speakers
    Roll out with heaters
    I'm just a animal eatin' the game
    Jump a monkey
    Fuck 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 movin' 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 niggas at, smokn' them trees
    Off the cognac finger fuckin' a skeez
    That's how it is when you party with me
    You don't like it?
    You L7 like a square be

    [Chorus]

    Yo, and since I came
    I've rearranged the place with blaze
    Stage dive with Colt Seavers (?) DNA
    I'm so addicted to gettin' niggas lifted
    Drunk off the liquid
    O.Trice, the misfit
    Dousin' the crowd with piss and bile
    We underground, motherfucker 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 attackin' it
    I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
    That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you niggas pumped up
    I'll see you next coliseum, chump

    [Speaking]
    That's right, it's your Obie Trice fucked up
    Off weed... E's and whiskey

    [Chorus]