Car Jackin’ - K Rino

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