Engine Running - Madlib, Talib Kweli, Consequence

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'

And just wait outside and keep the engine running, man

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'

And just wait outside and keep the engine running, running

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 he was headed toward highway

But made one stop to get some Newports and Coroners

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 nigga 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 to do isâ€

‽Just wait outside and keep the engine running

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'

And just wait outside and keep the engine running, manâ€

‽Just wait outside and keep the engine running

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'

And just wait outside and keep the engine running, runningâ€

Top shotters got the block hotter than Jamaican sun

You taste it on your tongue, the shots is stronger than Jamaican rum

Rain and a few the apple tongue, 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 shit and chill for a little bit

Hop in my hoopty, gotta stop for a Lucy

Butter crunch and the dutch, grab the clutch, bump a juicy

The nigga Big can move me 'cause the shit be like a movie

Plus I live in Brooklyn like the old Donees and Roodie

Plus Sandra Evanesce left my cash on the dresser

'Cause the ATM machine at the check casher next to da bodega

I pulled up in the back, a Acura runnin'

The cats in the car looked like disaster was comin'

Niggas 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 niggas in the ledger pealed out

The people in the check-casher spot spilled out

On the street, their faces looking like a child has been abused

Here come this nigga with a gun lookin' wild and confused

Put it together, I’m like, ‽These niggasâ€

The cop shot me in the back and then I heard him say, «Freeze, nigga»

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'

And just wait outside and keep the engine running, man

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

Just wait outside and keep the engine running

And don’t make a move unless the wartime’s comin'

And just wait outside and keep the engine running, running