Gonzoe - Out Of Control Lyrics
[gonzoe] (talking)*(alarms and helicopter sounds)******, no, not going back!Ahhh, ahh (coughing) ehh[verse 1 - gonzoe]Good, the world got me runnin from the posseDescription on a walky-talkyDo you copy?Brazilian boozin lightlyWe chasin this daySmoke and broccoliOff this shit, probably, we smelt the smokeTried to stop me, but we took off***** the law!I got a warrant for some shit that went down and got found and tossedNot movin no postThey found my fabricsA nigga tried to play me too close, I had to blast himCome on keep it movinNigga, what you provin?Its me and you and we both got guns, I aint losinThey traced itRemember that night, high and wastedBreakin niggaz with naturals comin out the briefcase and shitAnd then it happenedSomebody started cappinAnd its me blackin out, I plugged up threeHit the beachWhen he gave us communion to the peaceImmediately, get on some new idCause theyll kill me*(police sirens)*[cops talking on police radio]Do you copy?Some of them from the correctional facilityLicense plate 1ma-80gLooks like hes gonna exit bundyCopy... (copy lets go)[verse 2 - gonzoe]No matter what Im not givin up***** handcuffs!They can chase me all day or we can straight bustIn the streets thats up in these cornersComplete with the gangsta tactics to get away from mePolice, ***** em niggaGot a glock, better tuck itAnd Im stretchin on the one tenAnd all in the bucketGang bet em, send me to y-a all dayImma slang it till I run out of gas and get paid (get paid!)[guy talking about the chase]*(helicopter sounds)*Nah... in the hoodsLooks like lapds in one of their wild chases againThis is takin place in the freewayLooks like uh, what is that? a umm.. blue oldsmobile... going westHes actually flickin off, look at him, hes flickin off the chopper[verse 3 - gonzoe]Hit every back streetBut still cant shake the police50 squad cars deepNow or more dvDo or die, o.j. on the old 4-o-5Gettin high in my shit bumpin when thugs cryGonna be through with moneyLook back wondering why they want meSee the sirensAnd now my life flash before meAnd Im sick yallCause this it it yallA young niggaWho fumbled and took a pit fallShit yall[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 (dont make any sudden moves)Put your hands where I can see themYoure movin too much! (stay on the ground)Youre movin too much! dont move!Dont move!! dont make any...*(five gunshots)*
