Traffic

[Verse One] [Masta Ace] Jumped in a Yukon GMC Then I hit the block like T-N-T And just like C&C I drive a Music Factory Actually I show the block some love, it shows it right back to me Drivin' hands free on the celly I'm no fool, low fuel, I'm cool like Fonzarelli Seats all the way back to the last notch One hand on my crotch, it's a nice day to ass watch Seem Sima, two dimes and a Beamer Who am I? On my way down to Do Or Die I get Apocalypse We see a shorty with a lot of hips Skin tight jeans and some Prada kicks Beep beep We stop in the middle of the street Double park the jeep See if she speak The picture I'm paintin' is so graphic On my way to scoop Punchline, there's no traffic [Hook] [Big Pooh] Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze Ladies out Green all the way, had to stop hardly The Alpine turn the streets to a block party Outside the deli Kids playin' skelly Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys Full tank of gas, places to be Got to go, more people to see There's no traffic [Verse Two] [Punchline] Lookin' at chicks to pass the time Her grill's twisted, look how her ass design? (Holla!) Gave me her number, I passed her mine Told her I rhyme Call me up after nine At that time Ace pulled up in the ride Two beeps then I hopped in the passenger side We bumpin' that EMC shit We peepin' Chicks in places and spots we most frequent Day is different Get a cut from Doug in the 'ville Bout to cop some kicks it's flight club Show love Get a dog and a drink This day is sweeter, than a thug rockin' pink Hot day It's fun in the sunshine Music loud, no beef with one time See a chick with some hips and thick thighs I invite her to the show tonight Now let's ride [Hook] [Big Pooh] Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze Ladies out Green all the way, had to stop hardly The Alpine turn the streets to a block party Outside the deli Kids playin' skelly Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys Full tank of gas, places to be Got to go, more people to see There's no traffic Verse Three [Big Pooh] Yeah Ace call me up about a week ago Told me come to NY cause he's havin' a show So I put Tay on the plan, a week went past Filled up the whip with gas Let's ride Who ready for the trip, rear speakers on lean It's a sunny day, gotta get the car clean Wipe down the grill and shine the spokes Car culture homie, ain't no joke Let's roll [Phonte] Let's go cause me and my wiz Been arguin', cause she and the kids Been botherin' me So I'mma take this trip Give us some space Watch my man Ace perform 'Me & The Biz' With the rest of EMC, NYC gang Wildin' out up in BB Kings An hour later, niggas can't wait to eat these wings We gotta have it On our way to Skylight Diner there's no traffic [Hook] [Big Pooh] Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze Ladies out Green all the way, had to stop hardly The Alpine turn the streets to a block party Outside the deli Kids playin' skelly Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys Full tank of gas, places to be Got to go, more people to see There's no traffic