Rush Hour Traffic Lyrics
{intro} we get low and let them trunks lift up
Sir Michael Rocks Verse 1:
We all know mikey aka the greatest stare banco populair looking rare homie whats the skit, see you could holla at me if you want me if you dont keep it rolling, dont be dropping names like a ton of bricks. Im in a 96 SL5...up aint nothin on that bad boy the buttons stick when i be unlocking. So i grab the cutluss keys like a..thief...take a sweet, gut it, stuff it then we puff it baby..the baileys...mixed with grandma ye, see we calling it the grandmamaa, see, just like them larry johnson kinds in the huddle wit the bubble goose down, down time spent working on my ryhme schemes. Them alpines hit like a young rocky, a skinny dude but im eating like im stocky. bucket seats 70 challengers for the ammatures
Hook 2x: This is for them reagals, grandaddys cutlasses, lincoln town vehicles the speakers gone love it. the trucks is all low like i talked about its mother, drivin round slow like its a accident or something
Chuck Inglish Verse 2:
Diggin the dump cigar guts into anything, piggy bank change couldnt break it if the ground shake. Earthquake shakin san andreas fault, first place trophy is the only way they racin em. Talk to me dawg please dont talk at me, thought i saw the credits runnin on wit all dat actin. Whats happenin...surely...rerun...wise see me wit it now they like they gotta get theirs tommorow...Ferraris (nah)...Phantoms (nope)...triple gold spokes on em lincoln town cars. Like, back when i was drivin to the mall where that circut city was gotta get this installed.
Chuck Inglish Bridge:
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That flip face touchscreen remote controll and all dat, Bass trebble is and it smell like a loud pack. That AC fan, Strawberry airfreshners to mix with the scent (windows way down) shooting free throws for the win
Hook 2x
