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