new york and the white guys wish they could He was standing feet sweet looking good to go I could swing this city but the traffic moves too slow American
Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man rotated down to Phil To say what I feel, get it off
to salary cappin' Passin' traffic and lookin' what happened See how life takes a turn (uh huh) More paper earned Lawyers poof, case adjourned good-bye
of Life"] You take the good, you take the bad You take em both and there you have The facts of life, the facts of life You take the good, you take the
never stayed my ass home, I always thought that I was grown In the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stone Got a problem with me? Then feel
be like rockets Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop) Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself this time With the notorious 1-59 You goin be feelin
that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton" (Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the hood (hood) Local boy from Vallejo, that player done made it GOOD! (good
lovin' every day Well, I feel so good, ev'rybody's gettin' high Better take it easy 'cause the place is on fire Been a hard day, nothin' went too good
Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around
attack? When he snap, got the track like, Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars? You can find us staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic
Hey girl, now I know You've been waiting for me much too long But I got caught up in traffic One turn I made was wrong You see the DJ on the radio Was
want the good life I want the good life I want the good life I want the good life I want the good life, spot lights Fortune and fame, I want the good
, stoner, roll up, fishin, champange wishin' five star chefs they cookin' in the kitchen but makin only the good shit, see the way i livin' they like oh my goodness
t trip, baby, it'll get better Ay, do this thug style man, thug style When this whole beat drop We just gon' run it to 'em bad It's all good I never
corner Jah know, a just di good sensimelia Then Rastaman, yuh must glow Yo it's a spiritual lift and we nuh tink 'bout traffic Di scent a mi herbs,
in traffic Trying to get to you (hey) Get to you But I?m stuck in traffic What am I about to do (hey) get to u While I?m stuck in traffic And it?s been
to shove And dirty romance takes the place of love - where is love? Grid lock doing ninety, trying to get ahead Got to fight my way through all this traffic