Talib Kweli - Engine Runnin lyrics

[Various samples] [Hook] Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin And don't make a move unless the one-time's comin And just wait outside and keep the engine runnin man Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin And don't make a move unless the one-time's comin And just wait outside and keep the engine runnin, runnin [Verse 1 - Consequence] Man, my pops won't let me drive until the law says that I'm able But since he fell asleep and left his keys up on the table I figured I'd be able to snatch em without permission And he be out cold and never find out they was missin So I did just that and got the car up out the driveway Then hit up Pat and we was headed toward highway But made one stop to get some Newports and Coronas Before we checked these chicks that we had New out and Coroner But at the turn of corner in this bad part of town We see this n***a Rell and he's flaggin us down Then he walked up on the car, asked me and Pat "What's poppin?" Then jumped in the backseat before I got the chance to lock it Asked me if could we drop him even though we going elsewhere But what poked from his shirt gave me concerns for my welfare Cause even though his belt's there, the tech's on his waist And he made us stop the car at the check-cashing place Then threw a mask on his face like MF Doom Cause there's enough cash in the safe to buy a new Lex soon And his tone was rather smooth when he said, "Don't make a muscle move" Cause 'til I get inside the only thing I wanting y'all chumps to do is [Hook] [Verse 2 - Talib Kweli] Top shotters got the block hotter than Jamaican sun You taste it on your tongue, the shots is stronger than Jamaican rum Wray & Nephew to Appleton, the big ratchets, they packin em They argue when they leavin they over cause they'll be back again Trapped with the clackers, tonight is blacker than the pistol grip They let off over little sh** and chill for a little bit Hop in my hoopty, gotta stop for a Lucy bu*ter crunch and the dutch, grab the clutch, bump a juicy The n***a Biggie can move me cause the sh** be like a movie Plus I live in Brooklyn like Theo, Denise and Rudy Plus Sandra and Vanessa left my cash on the dresser Cause the ATM machine at the check cashing next to Da bodega, I pulled up in the back, a Acura runnin The cats in the car looked like disaster was comin n***as buggin thinkin somethin was wrong, I played the corner I always keep the gat like DMX in Arizona In the corner of my cornea, I see the one time California Slang for cops and they comin by cruisin The n***as in the legend peeled out The people in the check-cashing spot spilled out On the street, their faces looking like a child has been abused Here come this n***a with a gun lookin wild and confused Put it together, I'm like "These n***as" The cop shot me in the back and then I heard him say, "Freeze n***a" [Hook]