K-Rino, Big Z - Car Jackin' lyrics

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 50"
Damn, now we all hyped and pissed
Ten detonators
A thousand unit's 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 50
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 50 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 50 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
50 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