Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Won't Go Far, artist - O.C.. Album song Hidden Gems, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mushine
Song language: English
You Won't Go Far |
| I figure the configuration on exactly how many steps it’ll take me For I get to the passenger side of the car |
| Break through the glass, smash the window *sounds of breaking glass* |
| Put ya hands on the desk, bitch *girl screaming* |
| I refill Clyde, stick up ya ride, give it up Put it in park baby, don’t let me spark that ass |
| Cry, you die, poundin yellin or shoutin or doubtin my itch |
| No time for thinkin, honey, make the switch |
| Move over! |
| You’re end is near, fear me! |
| I speaks clearly I didn’t stutter |
| I shutter the think of thoughts that would event-u-ally |
| Shatter the hammer that tips the back of the brown |
| And shatters the face in blood and stops the heart |
| That pounds pain sings, why intrutiatin |
| While I think of how long I was |
| Eagerly waitin, anticipatin the style |
| Causin terror throughout the late night |
| Seein the flashin of the break light |
| Those a jaw on the car while she takes flight |
| I suffice a tight grip |
| My joints are almost torn from my arm |
| I must warn |
| If you worshippin Range Rovers |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |
| Yo Prince call for doe kid |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |
| Wherever you live, whoever you are |
| This is some track jacks and |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |
| What’s this black man for sight of sedan |
| I keeps my hands twitchin for the ignition to ignite |
| People I guess my thirty-eight slug (Why!) |
| Because I love to, then I cut the steering wheel (Howcome?) |
| To pull the club through (Whoeee) |
| Now should I make an intestate, estate my crews (cruise) |
| Around to take time to make plans |
| So cop a move it’s needed, weed it But I don’t lose for DJ Swan like |
| Lopez and hopin the pressure don’t choke us Daddy dearest seem to be the nearest to me In his infectious Lexus |
| Splittin in large and I be highly respected |
| Game time you dissappear you always by my side |
| Few days later gon re-appear, mom was in fear |
| Buddha crime don’t limits in the celebrity limelight |
| Funkadelic got jacked from niggaz, callin for fight |
| Struggle and fight loss like love foresight nor like |
| Jet on that Bronx man’s wife or that New Jersey turnpipe |
| (North South West to East) |
| Car jacks mush ceased I kidnap to place |
| He accidentially grabbed my niece, in the backseat |
| Facts simmily to simmily jack a fifty you provoke |
| Frontin in infinity I diddity in yours don’t mean nothin |
| Trouble in temple get a clappin down and handcuffin |
| Now f you worshippin legends baby |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |
| Promos and track beats |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |
| Wherever you live, whoever you are |
| This is some track jacks and |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |
| Whoever you are |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |
| Whoever you are |
| YOU WON’T GO FAR |