Lyrics:
Turn On Tune In Cop Out Tune Out

car, You get to fifth gear with your foot on the floor, Or else you're starring in "A Cruise Too Far". Turn on, tune in, cop out. Let it flow now mama

car, You get to fifth gear with your foot on the floor, Or else you're starring in "A Cruise Too Far". Turn on, tune in, cop out. Let it flow now mama

never once tried to hurt cha'll I'm just tryin' to do me, sell a few CDs Buy land in Miami and cop a new B, come on! Motherfuckers think it's sweet

on the floor Niggaz doin' thirty to life to survive in this world Transportin' ki's that's inside of a door Openin' spots from Little Rock to Baltimore Smoked out, chillin' on

jaw Your face is a coat type raw And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft

Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up I'mma tell you who's

and down with the wind blowing in our faces We kept on rolling and pretty soon The radio was cooking out a haggard tune And we were pulling into Houston and checking out

) Got drink, lemon, coke man wp poppin' cris Pop yout lip, now watch me pop your chip Cop one leg or watch we drop the whip Now that i'm here I got my fam out

and buckets of popcorn. [El-P] Pass the popcorn! [Aesop Rock] Brawl fair, cop car, voyeur hawk him out his hinges, storm door splinters, clamoring about, hammers out