Lyrics In the Car - Warm Brew

In the Car

I got some shit that I can play you in the car
Met her up at, told her meet me by the bar
She ask me where I’m goin' all I know is that it’s far
Drop a couple joints got her thinkin' I’m a star it’s rated R
I got some shit that I can play you in the car
At the park BBQin' speakers blaring doors ajar
I remember shopping CDs to A&R's
Like mane, I got some shit that I can play you in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Go on and play this in the car cause this shit hard
You ain’t heard no slow flow this dope hoe since Richie Rich
Grew up off Eazy, Snoop, & $hort so she gon' get the dick
Playin' sick, watchin' videos when mama dipped
Baby Slick Rick — foil round my wrist like this is it, what?
If you ever heard the demo I guarantee you fuck wit it
We made them shits ridin in Ray’s bucket whip
We play for the homies then play it for a couple chicks
We car test it, had to see if it was lit
I was in over my head but I’m so happy that I was though
I knew I was the man before it was official
Pass me the aux cord let me get a taste
You be playin all that weak shit that everybody hate, damn
I got some shit that I can play you in the car
Met her up at, told her meet me by the bar
She ask me where I’m goin' all I know is that it’s far
Drop a couple joints got her thinkin' I’m a star it’s rated R
I got some shit that I can play you in the car
At the park BBQin' speakers blaring doors ajar
I remember shopping CDs to A&R's
Like mane, I got some shit that I can play you in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Go on and play this in the car cause this shit hard
Yeah I got the sound that make you drown up in your speakers
And man that shit go boom like onomatopoeia
Rattle the windows with tempos and tension sexual natured
Girl got naked I can tell she was projecting paper
With the way my rhythm ravage her
No your niggas not an amateur, king with a dodger crown
Reminiscing whipping round with the top down
Up the Cali coast deserve a toast
Cause we done made it, to see the age of 25
Dodgin' jackaz, bangin' demos in the ride
This LA traffic might drive a man to suicide
But when you native on these backstreets dippin' then you don’t mind
And you know I got my niggas with me
Some dawgs that get along with kitty
We swooped em, not before the Remy
Drop some tracks and now they super friendly
I got some shit that I can play you in the car
Met her up at, told her meet me by the bar
She ask me where I’m goin' all I know is that it’s far
Drop a couple joints got her thinkin' I’m a star it’s rated R
I got some shit that I can play you in the car
At the park BBQin' speakers blaring doors ajar
I remember shopping CDs to A&R's
Like mane, I got some shit that I can play you in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Yea they gon' play this in the car
Go on and play this in the car cause this shit hard