This One Time Back in '04
Autonomous Entity (A.E.) aka Patrick Anderson Jr.
is an artist based out of Miami.
A.E. primarily writes and produces songs with stories like this one,
about a night out with his boys back in 2004
that ended with cops and gunshots.
Alright.
So we was ridin' round town in Carl's Ford Escape
Takin shots from a bottle of rum with no chase
Got Dre bumpin' from subs the size of glaciers
And even through the liquor I can still fuckin' taste, yo
No sweatin' my wit and intellect
Or my unmatched skill at stayin' partially wrecked
Rollin', head reelin' but I'm feelin' this song
Turn the corner, scoop Joe, we rollin' three strong
We ain't never belonged to any part a society
Eyein' me, tryin' me, buyin' me all the irony
I need to ironically split the chronic leaf in two
One blunt for you and one for me too
Trueeeeeee!
Wildin' out the window like some goddamn fools
Twenty years old and I'm feelin' free
Can't nan muhfucka try and mess with me, we
Ridin' 'round the city, just ridin' around
Ridin' 'round, no clue what's 'bout to go down we
Ridin' 'round the city, just ridin' around
Ridin' 'round no clue what's 'bout to go down we
Ridin' 'round the city, just ridin' around
Feelin' like I only weigh around five pounds just
Ridin' round the city, just ridin' around
Ain't lookin for no trouble, just tryin' to get down, we
Turnin' at the corner a Collins near the beach
Stop, pull over, park, feel the beat
Carl's in his seat gettin' lit on some theories
'Bout how we can get some women without lookin all leery, yo
Need a shorty I can slur my words at
Defining all they bodies by the verbs we learned at
The hands of the hustlers who really earned that
Distinction as a peer but we straight up spurned that
Burn that whole bridge when we come up on it
Stumble down the street with a gleam in our eyes
And it was right then that they ran up on us
Mean muggin' muhfuckas, gotta improvise
Swingin' at whatever as police start swarmin'
Pushin' through the crowd as they buzzin' like flies
Cops guns drawn screamin' bout no warnings
Pointed at our face starin' at my demise, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Calm down, see I'm layin' down on the ground, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Calm down, see I'm layin' down on the ground, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Put your gun down see I'm on the ground, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Put your gun down see I'm on the ground, just
Yanked to his feet and the nigga's still buggin'
Jawin' after Carl while the cops is strugglin'
Meanwhile I'm down and my face is rubbin'
The concrete while this man's got his knees all shoved into
My back I react, try to roll away
But of course he attacks 'cause these cops don't play,
And I feel my tooth crack as he hits me face
heart poundin' and it's soundin' like the end of my days
Then amazingly, Joe jumped right on 'em
So I scrambled and booked it straight down Collins
Stumblin' all over n I'm grabbin' at Carl and
All the cops, they behind us all screamin' and hollerin'
Then all of a sudden we hear shots start ringin'
I'm thinkin' why they shootin' man we all just children so
We sneak a glance back then just stop and chill
'Cause they all standin' over the nigga they just killed
is an artist based out of Miami.
A.E. primarily writes and produces songs with stories like this one,
about a night out with his boys back in 2004
that ended with cops and gunshots.
Alright.
So we was ridin' round town in Carl's Ford Escape
Takin shots from a bottle of rum with no chase
Got Dre bumpin' from subs the size of glaciers
And even through the liquor I can still fuckin' taste, yo
No sweatin' my wit and intellect
Or my unmatched skill at stayin' partially wrecked
Rollin', head reelin' but I'm feelin' this song
Turn the corner, scoop Joe, we rollin' three strong
We ain't never belonged to any part a society
Eyein' me, tryin' me, buyin' me all the irony
I need to ironically split the chronic leaf in two
One blunt for you and one for me too
Trueeeeeee!
Wildin' out the window like some goddamn fools
Twenty years old and I'm feelin' free
Can't nan muhfucka try and mess with me, we
Ridin' 'round the city, just ridin' around
Ridin' 'round, no clue what's 'bout to go down we
Ridin' 'round the city, just ridin' around
Ridin' 'round no clue what's 'bout to go down we
Ridin' 'round the city, just ridin' around
Feelin' like I only weigh around five pounds just
Ridin' round the city, just ridin' around
Ain't lookin for no trouble, just tryin' to get down, we
Turnin' at the corner a Collins near the beach
Stop, pull over, park, feel the beat
Carl's in his seat gettin' lit on some theories
'Bout how we can get some women without lookin all leery, yo
Need a shorty I can slur my words at
Defining all they bodies by the verbs we learned at
The hands of the hustlers who really earned that
Distinction as a peer but we straight up spurned that
Burn that whole bridge when we come up on it
Stumble down the street with a gleam in our eyes
And it was right then that they ran up on us
Mean muggin' muhfuckas, gotta improvise
Swingin' at whatever as police start swarmin'
Pushin' through the crowd as they buzzin' like flies
Cops guns drawn screamin' bout no warnings
Pointed at our face starin' at my demise, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Calm down, see I'm layin' down on the ground, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Calm down, see I'm layin' down on the ground, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Put your gun down see I'm on the ground, just
Calm down officer, please calm down
Put your gun down see I'm on the ground, just
Yanked to his feet and the nigga's still buggin'
Jawin' after Carl while the cops is strugglin'
Meanwhile I'm down and my face is rubbin'
The concrete while this man's got his knees all shoved into
My back I react, try to roll away
But of course he attacks 'cause these cops don't play,
And I feel my tooth crack as he hits me face
heart poundin' and it's soundin' like the end of my days
Then amazingly, Joe jumped right on 'em
So I scrambled and booked it straight down Collins
Stumblin' all over n I'm grabbin' at Carl and
All the cops, they behind us all screamin' and hollerin'
Then all of a sudden we hear shots start ringin'
I'm thinkin' why they shootin' man we all just children so
We sneak a glance back then just stop and chill
'Cause they all standin' over the nigga they just killed
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