Get the fuck up, motherfucker
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Hey yo, when i step up on the bar
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everybody hits the fuckin floor
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lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
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cause when i spit on the mics, i spit raw
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which cause confusion, from the bar to the dance floor
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i keep the club on the vex
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cause he got a penny when i spit and replace a lot of shit
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niggas get the wildin
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when my words, echo the room like "Get yo hand outta my pocket"
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you sock shit, when my topics rockin
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im banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
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loud, speakin like a fuckin sports announcer
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i spit the blah hah, till you rush the bouncer
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or rush the motherfucker in your way whos bouncin
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you know obie trice, keeps those gats pronouncin
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Get live motherfucka, when i speak motherfucka
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out ya seat mothafucka, out my reach mothafucka
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shady records till i sleep mothafucka
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obie trice, nothin but street mothafucka
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tear this bitch up, until you bleed mothafucka
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i wouldnt give a fuck who you be mothafucka
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punk, pussy, bitch or g mothafucka
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adrenaline rush before you leave mothafucka
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when i speak, i blow out ya tweeters, im dark
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show out in speakers, roll out with heaters
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im just an animal, eatin the game
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jungle monkey, fuck yah obies the name
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i roll solo, never been a holdo
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keep gats fo fo, when cats act loco
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where you at when im movin a crowd
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you get trampled, mashed on, detroit style
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up out ya seats, pump out the ease
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off the beats, the crowd obie please
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where my niggas at smokin them trees
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off the cogniac, finger fuckin a sleeze
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thats how it is when you party with me
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you dont like it, you l seven like a square beat
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Ever since i came, i rearranged the place with blaze
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stage dive with coke ceivers, dna
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im so addicted to gettin niggas lifted
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drunk off of liquid
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obie trice, the misfit
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doucin the crowd with piss and brows
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we underground mothafucka, fix your frowns
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i be the boy with the whiskey tour
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off of wiskey, youve never been this deep before
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so, throw up ya hands and peep out yo mans
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when i come through, next quarter
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trice that the fiends use
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and trust, im attackin it
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i cook up the hot shit like ainslee havin it
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thats why im so miraculous
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and obie gets you niggas pumped up
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i see you next collisiem chump
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thats right, you come to obie trice fucked up
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of ease, drunk, weed
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[Chorus]
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Adrenaline Rush
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