Lyrics Car Jackin’ - K Rino

Car Jackin’

Big Z: So Wassup K, man?
K-Rino: Waddup Z, what’s the word, fool?
Big Z: Man, you sold me out
K-Rino: What you talking bout, man?
Big Z: You supposed to kick that rhyme about them cars
K-Rino: You like that?
I’ll flow it for you, check it out
I was laying in the crib, aggravated and kind of bored
Picked up the phone, called this freak named Honda Accord
The kind of girl you can dog out and make her follow
She used to fuck with my homeboy named Monte Carlo
He used to be a pimp back in '84
With his clique: K-Rino, Trans-Am and Bronco
Shit got kind of deep so my boy went straight
But had to shoot this motherfucker named Z-28
Over this trick, that’s when their clique ganged up quick
Went to Park Avenue and pulled a shife ass lick
Caught my homie Trans-Am and took all his goods
Then they slit his damn tires and left him dead in some woods
Now everybody know these hoes' grave is dug
Went and got the scoop from this dope fiend named Bug
Just give the boy some crack and he’ll snitch like a ho
«Who killed my boy?»
He said, «Yo it was Cutlass and 5.0»
Damn, now we all hyped and pissed
Ten detonators, a thousand units of explosives can’t get with this
Face crack and watch your back because we all packing
It’s time to do some motherfucking Car Jackin'
If you run up you’re getting done up
If you run up you’re getting done up
If you run up you’re getting done up
So when you see us make sure you got your gun up
We got together, getting ready to let them fools know
Hooked up with Samurai '98 and 6−4
Monte Carlo was the leader, so he said
«Anybody look like Cutlass or 5.0 just leave 'em dead»
On seconds thought Jack, drop that, bring him back"
Take all their dope, then get a rope and we gon' hang 'em, Black
I know they’re tricks, so let’s do 'em for their ladies
Go kidnap them hoes they love, Corvette and Mercedes
6−4 was a damn fool, Samurai packed a knife
98 can’t go a week without taking a life
Yo, we knew if we wanted to get 'em back
We had to deal with BMW, Sidekick and Cadillac
See Cadillac used to pimp but when his status rose
Monte Carlo stepped in and took all his hoes
So taking these two gon' be an easy play
We just fucked them, bucked them, dropped they ass off on MLK
Yo, he gave them both a letter that said our clique was better
Got questioned by a damn cop named Beretta
But he came up short because his evidence was lacking
It’s time to do some motherfucking Car Jackin'
«Who call the cops?»
Monte Carlo said and grabbed his razor
He took a grand to the police chief, his name was Blazer
Came to find out a snitch named Hyundai
Saw us when we picked them hoes up last Monday
Yo, we heard that Cutlass had organised a coalition
They caught my homie Jag and fucked up his transmission
They pumping us off fast, the cops just found a body
Watch the news, they came to find they killed my partner Maserati, damn
It’s time, I’m tired of this, no more of this shit
6−4 said we moving too slow, I’m ready to fast forward that shit
Move 5.0 if we can’t catch you, we gon' see your mom
Sent a message to him by this gangster ho named GL Storm
They sent the lady named Lexus, we ran game on her
Took the message she had then ran a train on her
She told us 5.0 went and hired a killer
A big old cocky motherfucker named eighteen-wheeler
We squared off in a field and we outlasted 'em
Cutlass was nuts and ran but Monte Carlo blasted him
5.0 and Cadillac they got it worst
The last car that they saw was the motherfucking hearse
Aww, yeah
K-Rino is in the house
To my boy Rapper K
I wanna say peace
To my…(?)
On the north side