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Get the fuck up, muthafucka Ayo, when I step up in the bar everybody hit the fuckin' floor Lucky mothafuckas 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 shit Niggas get to wilding When my words echoes the room like (Get your hand out my pockets) You sock shit while my topics rocking I'm banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils Loud speaking like a fuckin' sports announcer I spit the Blaha 'til you rush the bouncer Or rush the mothafucka in your way who's bouncing You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncing Get live mothafucka when I speak mothafucka Out your seat mothafucka, I'mma reach mothafuckas Shady Records until I sleep, mothafucka Obie Trice, nothing but street, muthafucka Tear this bitch up 'til you bleed, mothafucka I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, mothafucka Punk, pussy, bitch or G, mothafucka Adrenaline rush before you leave, mothafucka SongtexteWhen I speak I blow out your tweeters, a dog Show out with speakers, roll out with heaters I'm just a animal eating 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 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 niggas at, smoking them trees Off the cognac finger fucking a skeez That's how it is when you party with me You don't like it? You L7 like a square be Get live mothafucka when I speak mothafucka Out your seat mothafucka, I'mma reach mothafuckas Shady Records until I sleep, mothafucka Obie Trice, nothing but street, muthafucka Tear this bitch up 'til you bleed, mothafucka I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, mothafucka Punk, pussy, bitch or G, mothafucka Adrenaline rush before you leave, mothafucka And since I came, I've rearranged the place with blaze Stage dive with Colt Seavers, DNA I'm so addicted to getting niggas lifted Drunk off the liquid, O. Trice, the misfit Dousing the crowd with piss and bile We underground, mothafucka 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 attacking it I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriott That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you niggas pumped up I'll see you next coliseum, chump That's right, it's your Obie Trice fucked up off E's and weed Get live mothafucka when I speak mothafucka Out your seat mothafucka, I'mma reach mothafuckas Shady Records until I sleep, mothafucka Obie Trice, nothing but street, muthafucka Tear this bitch up 'til you bleed, mothafucka I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, mothafucka Punk, pussy, bitch or G, mothafucka Adrenaline rush before you leave, mothafucka Aus Songtexte Mania