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Gonzoe - In the Car With Us lyrics
[Verse 1 - Gonzoe] Collar poppin at hoes like that Look, I graduated from shin and shoes to gators Cause this year, we got a hell of a start like the Lakers Got real plugs, I'm a criminal, turned rapper Happy to sell drugs I'm happy we got above Cause others, there's places they can hurt theyselve And I'm stressin we took a loss from twelve What the hell That's the trouble to come along with it Better just forget it Comin new and mail the bitch out before she start slitchin In the night and broad daylight With the headlights Do it right, fiendin for summer chrome pipes T.V.'s, stutterin hoes Terrible weed, smoke on the O.T. With a workin mack and a keys, it's me Ritz baby, the nigga who named Comin up with your lady Drivin California crazy fuckin with my homie All y'all can die slow And that's the same homie I'd kill all you for Thats my testimony I'mma die with silk on me Amongst the criminals Get my money after the funeral Put me away for better days Keep hustlin Get that money Think about yesterday It's on Chorus [Gonzoe & King Lou] That's how we drivin in the car with us We dirty and grindin in the car with us This here, how we survivin in the car with us I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, nigga That's how we drivin in the car with us We dirty and grindin in the car with us This here, how we survivin in the car with us I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, yeah [Verse 2 - King Lou] Keepin it low hater Chillin, tease the tailors Livin major For who wanna know, I can't save ya I bring it down with no fatal or fake nature They try to play us Mad players, jealous cause they pay us Hater they always want to criticize Cause I'm only servin sacks in the mornin Keepin my money flowin Throwin product at the back door That's a fact though Get caught with crack though Do more than two to four What's the reason for the season Servin niggaz with heatin Mother fuckers is cheatin In this game we competin I'm in the lex though Sippin ruby with the blue beanie Gettin blowed by a hoe I don't know To smoke beedies Indeedy Get money cause I'm greedy Playa alert, I front work to the needy Niggaz stay cheesy Gotta get my green And the car that I drive on the scene You rollin with us? C'est la vie Chorus [Verse 3 - Gonzoe] I hit the world first Prayin to God 'unlift the curse' What's worse, move the turf Pay your homage on the first Of course While I sort my thoughts with Newport's And do pour, you short hit from dick Came for ya, you can't stick it Stretch half a chick and what's next Crack her down, get in position Let the things do they glistenin Keep flippin Couldn't beat it outta me Do away with me I'll go to my grave With the anthology Camaraderie You made me (you made me) To appreciate this liquor nigga and get crazy! (crazy) I'm livin my last days You went out Blaze with the rest You eatin with the enemy Aim for the head they got vests Livin my last days of death There's nothing left Until they lay me down I won't rest, I won't rest I'm a fuckin soldier (variations of chorus until end) |
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