LA Traffic

[Intro: Blu] Uh, yeah [Hook: Enzo & YaH-Ra, with Blu] L.A. traffic Green light means go, red light means stop Green light means go, red light means stop L.A. traffic Green light means go, red light means stop Green light means go, red light means stop [Post-Chorus: Blu] L.A. traffic, like a bitch from L.A. is mad thick 'Cause everybody you know tryna make it in that bitch L.A. traffic [Verse 1: Blu] L.A. traffic, bust a drive-by middle of traffic, busting a ratchet Bomb your bomber jacket, palming a MAC and making it backspin I’m off Slauson Ave and Crenshaw like “What’s cracking?” Acting like it ain’t active, but actually, it’s time for some action Used to hop out the Range, used to hop out the Jeep Used to hop out the Benz but it ain’t nothing like Caddy seats You watching your daddy get beat from thе nose bleeds, the crappy seats My bitch is in thе bleachers, I’m an athlete, actually Niggas ain’t wanna run the track with me And niggas won’t get on a track with me Tryna put on a trap beat to trap me But your hi-hat is weak, and no one can boom bap me Or boom clap me ‘cause I adapt to any beat you pass me If you pass me in traffic, you see me rapping my rap And you hear me blasting my track until I collapse it Apocalypse to Pangaea, on land, never stood a man G'er Bumper to bumper, they bumping us on they speakers L.A. traffic [Verse 2: Cashus King] L.A. traffic, niggas will catch you slipping, get you clapped quick Grab clips, pistol gripping pullers like they jackets From Reebok, three blocks in duece Turks with heat cocked Stone love to Tree Top, lumberjacks and tree chop Yell “Timber” as your Gs drop, no license and no license plate Niggas will flash them lights until your life is slayed Welcome to that detox, hit your curb and swerve like a weed block Them killers down on Vernon pull them burners, make your street hot They link up, them lames better bounce like a D cup I been representing since Khadijah, Moesha Never switching gangs on some weak stuff Hit your gang, how you switching lanes with no blinkers? In a blink of, an eye for an eye, catch you blinking, you tweaking They been pushing those lines since show nights down on Lincoln Be from Venice Trece, like a esé, wrote an essay Make sure you know the block ‘fore you press play They pressing up in traffic [Verse 3: Self Jupiter] Hot metal tin kettle, Los Mangled twist caps Bitch slaps, city of angels, janky potholes and kidnaps Sirens, early bird specials for all the sliders with get back L.A. traffic, full impact, click clack For the sick fucks, styrofoam cups, driving like maniacs Mel Gibson on Fairfax, welcome to the terrordome, tenor sax I can show you how to beat a murder Smoking tires with Mad Max and Tina Turner From the Wilshire district, don’t set trip Chasing a natural born fool at the old school Eat-A-Burger I’m playing with my food in the fast lane, crash victims Fire and rescue, dash cam, house of pain You’ll never catch me alive copper, I’m going in a blaze of glory With half a brain, doing the gritty, flamed up in the rain Flash floods, I’ll be immortalized as a weed strain The jaws of life will tear off your moon roof and mood ring That’s like romancing a stone Gripping a broken steering wheel, doing donuts to a slow song The Hellcat is jail broken, crumple zone Kaiser hospital with a reconstructed collar bone L.A. traffic! [Hook: Enzo & YaH-Ra, with Blu] L.A. traffic Green light means go, red light means stop Green light means go, red light means stop L.A. traffic Green light means go, red light means stop Green light means go, red light means stop [Post-Chorus: Blu] L.A. traffic, like a bitch from L.A. is mad thick 'Cause everybody you know tryna make it in that bitch L.A. traffic [Outro: Traffic] Yeah, mayne You get caught at that light, it might be over you mayne That L.A. traffic is crazy mayne Nigga’ll bum rush you, niggas‘ll be your ass Niggas’ll shoot that motherfucker up Man, be careful, you hear me? Yeah, man, it’s your boy Traffic man I’m giving y’all a heads up about what’s going on out here in these streets Don’t get caught out here slipping, all out, good night I’ll tell you, keep it on, cause it can get drastic, yeah