Rush Hour Traffic

[Intro:] We get long, let them trunks lift up

Ay ay... [Sir Michael Rocks:]

We all know

Mikey aka the

Great Estaré

Banco Populair

Looking rare homie, what's the skit

So you could holla at me if you want me

If you don't keep it rollin' don't be droppin' names like a ton of bricks

I'm in the '96

SL5 But ain't nothin' on that badboy

The button stick when

I be unlockin' it

So I grabbed the cutless keys like a

Fuckin' thief

Take a sweet, gut it, stuff it then we puff it babyy

The Baileys, mixed with

Grandma ye'

See we callin' it the "Grandmama"

See, just like the

Larry Johnson kinds

In the huddle with the

Bubble goose down

Downtime spent working on my rhyme schemes

Them alpines hit like a young rocky

A skinny dude but

I'm eating like

I'm stocky

Bucket seats 70's challengers for the amateurs... [Chorus: x2]

This is for them

Regals, Granddaddy's cutlesses

Stuck-in-town vehicles

The speakers gon' love it

The trucks is all low like

I talked about his mother

Drivin' around slow, like there's an accident or somethin'

Ssssskkkkkurrrrrrrrrrrrrr! [Chuck Inglish:]

Diggin' the dumps, cigar guts into anything

Piggy bank change couldn't break if the ground shake

Earthquake shake and

San Andres fault

First-place trophy is the only to race in them

Talk to me dawg, please don't talk at me

I thought

I saw the credits runnin on with all that acting

Wass happenin'

Surely {shurly?}

Rerun [?]

See me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow

Ferrari's [?] naaaa

Phantoms [?] nope!

Triple gold spokes on them

Lincoln town cars

Like back when

I was driving to the mall where that

Circuit City was

Gotta get this installed [Bridge: Chuck Inglish]

That flip face touch screen remote control and all that

Bass treble biz

And it smells like a loud pack [That AC fan]

Strawberry air freshners to mix with the scent

Shooting free throws for the win... [Chorus x3]