| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'
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| And just wait outside and keep the engine running, man
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'
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| And just wait outside and keep the engine running, running
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| Man, my pops won’t let me drive until the law says that I’m able
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| But since he fell asleep and left his keys up on the table
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| I figured I’d be able to snatch 'em without permission
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| And he be out cold and never find out they was missin'
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| So I did just that and got the car up out the driveway
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| Then hit up Pat and he was headed toward highway
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| But made one stop to get some Newports and Coroners
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| Before we checked these chicks that we had new out and Coroner
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| But at the turn of corner in this bad part of town
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| We see this nigga Rell and he’s flaggin' us down
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| Then he walked up on the car, asked me and Pat, «What's poppin'?»
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| Then jumped in the backseat before I got the chance to lock it
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| Asked me if could we drop him even though we going elsewhere
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| But what poked from his shirt gave me concerns for my welfare
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| 'Cause even though his belt’s there, the Tech’s on his waist
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| And he made us stop the car at the check-cashing place
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| Then threw a mask on his face like MF Doom
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| 'Cause there’s enough cash in the safe to buy a new Lex soon
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| And his tone was rather smooth when he said
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| «Don't make a muscle move
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| 'Cause 'til I get inside the only thing I wanting y’all to do isâ€
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| ‽Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'
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| And just wait outside and keep the engine running, manâ€
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| ‽Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'
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| And just wait outside and keep the engine running, runningâ€
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| Top shotters got the block hotter than Jamaican sun
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| You taste it on your tongue, the shots is stronger than Jamaican rum
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| Rain and a few the apple tongue, the big ratchets, they packin' 'em
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| They argue when they leavin' they over 'cause they’ll be back again
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| Trapped with the clackers, tonight is blacker than the pistol grip
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| They let off over little shit and chill for a little bit
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| Hop in my hoopty, gotta stop for a Lucy
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| Butter crunch and the dutch, grab the clutch, bump a juicy
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| The nigga Big can move me 'cause the shit be like a movie
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| Plus I live in Brooklyn like the old Donees and Roodie
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| Plus Sandra Evanesce left my cash on the dresser
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| 'Cause the ATM machine at the check casher next to da bodega
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| I pulled up in the back, a Acura runnin'
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| The cats in the car looked like disaster was comin'
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| Niggas buggin', thinkin' somethin' was wrong, I played the corner
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| I always keep the gat like DMX in Arizona
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| In the corner of my cornea, I see the one time California
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| Slang for cops and they comin' by cruisin'
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| The niggas in the ledger pealed out
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| The people in the check-casher spot spilled out
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| On the street, their faces looking like a child has been abused
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| Here come this nigga with a gun lookin' wild and confused
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| Put it together, I’m like, ‽These niggasâ€
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| The cop shot me in the back and then I heard him say, «Freeze, nigga»
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'
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| And just wait outside and keep the engine running, man
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| Just wait outside and keep the engine running
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| And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'
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| And just wait outside and keep the engine running, running |