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lirik lagu obie trice – adrenline rush – soundtrack

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get the f-ck out motherf-cker…

verse 1
hey yo…
when i step up in the bar, everybody hit the f-cking floor,
lucky motherf-ckers make it to the door,
cause when i spit on mics 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 a lot of sh-t,
n-gg-s get a whiling,
when my words echos the room like, get your hand out my pocket,
you suck sh-t when my topics rockin,
im banned from clubs cause my toxic tonsils,
loud speaker like a f-cking sports announcer,
i spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
i rush the m-th-rf-cker in your way whos bouncing,
you know old christ get their yaks pr-nouncin…

chorus

get live motherf-cker when i speak motherf-cker,
out your seat motherf-cker, im a reach motherf-cker,
shady-records till i sleep motherf-ckers
obi-trice nothin but street motherf-cker
tear this b-tch up till you bleed motherf-cker
i wouldn’t give a f-ck who you be motherf-cker
punk, p-ssy, b-tch or g motherf-cker
adrenaline rush before you leave motherf-cker

verse 2

when i speak i blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
im just an animal eating the game,
jumbo monkey, funky and obies the name,
i rose solo, never been a hoe though,
keep yaks vocal when cats act loco,
where you at when im moving the crowd,
you get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
up out your seats, pump out the es,
off the beats the crowd overpleased,
where my n-gg-s at smoking them trees,
off the cognac, finger f-cking the skis,
that’s how it is when you party with me,
you don’t like it, you l-7 like a square beat…

chorus

verse 3
yo, yo, since i came i rearrange the place with blaze,
spays dope with c-ke-fevers dna, im so addicted,
to gettin n-gg-s lifted, drunk off a liquid,
obie trice the misfit,
dousein the crowd with p-ss and vouls,
we underground motherf-cker fix your frowns,
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 mans
when i come through next quarter trust it in yous,
and trust im attackin it,
i hook up the hot sh-t like ay see we havin it,
that’s why im so miraculous,
and hope to get you n-gg-s pumped up,
i see you next time i see him chump,
that’s right, you go through obie trice f-cked up,
on your knees drop for these…

chorus

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