Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In the Car , by - Warm Brew. Song from the album Diagnosis, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Red Bull
Song language: English
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 |