Out Of Control lyrics

Artist  : Gonzoe 
Song : Out Of Control



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 [Gonzoe] (talking)
*(alarms and helicopter sounds)*
f**k, 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
f**k the law!
I got a warrant for some sh*t 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
f**k 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, f**k 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 sh*t 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)*