Out Of Control Lyrics by 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]
    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)*