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Gonzoe - Out of Control lyrics
[Gonzoe] (talking) *(alarms and helicopter sounds)* Fuck, no, not going back! Ahhh, ahh (coughing) ehh [Verse 1 - Gonzoe] Good, the world got me runnin from the posse Description on a walky-talky Do you copy? Brazilian boozin lightly We chasin this day Smoke and broccoli Off this shit, probably, we smelt the smoke Tried to stop me, but we took off Fuck the law! I got a warrant for some shit that went down and got found and tossed Not movin no post They found my fabrics A nigga tried to play me too close, I had to blast him Come on keep it movin Nigga, what you provin? It's me and you and we both got guns, I ain't losin They traced it Remember that night, high and wasted Breakin niggaz with naturals comin out the briefcase and shit And then it happened Somebody started cappin And it's me blackin out, I plugged up three Hit the beach When he gave us communion to the peace Immediately, get on some new ID Cause they'll kill me *(Police Sirens)* [Cops talking on police radio] Do you copy? Some of them from the correctional facility License plate 1MA-80G Looks like he's gonna exit Bundy Copy... (copy let's go) [Verse 2 - Gonzoe] No matter what I'm not givin up Fuck handcuffs! They can chase me all day or we can straight bust In the streets that's up in these corners Complete with the gangsta tactics to get away from me Police, fuck em nigga Got a glock, better tuck it And I'm stretchin on the one ten And all in the bucket Gang bet em, send me to Y-A all day I'mma slang it till I run out of gas and get paid (get paid!) [Guy talking about the chase] *(helicopter sounds)* Nah... in the hoods Looks like LAPD's in one of their wild chases again This is takin place in the freeway Looks like uh, What is that? a umm.. blue Oldsmobile... going west He's actually flickin off, look at him, he's flickin off the chopper [Verse 3 - Gonzoe] Hit every back street But still can't shake the police 50 squad cars deep Now or more DV Do or die, O.J. on the old 4-O-5 Gettin high in my shit bumpin "When Thugs Cry" Gonna be through with money Look back wondering why they want me See the sirens And now my life flash before me And I'm sick y'all Cause this it it y'all A young nigga Who fumbled and took a pit fall Shit y'all [Cops at end of chase] *(Sirens)* Get out of the car (Get out of the car with you hands on your head) Keep your hands up (keep your hands where we can see them) Keep still, keep still (don't make any sudden moves) Put your hands where I can see them You're movin too much! (stay on the ground) You're movin too much! Don't move! Don't move!! Don't make any... *(five gunshots)* |
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