Raw Fusion - Traffic Jam lyrics

[Money B] Everybody rides the expressway of life Man expressway is not like the best way Why even bother they say? But I'm tryin my luck In the bumper to bumper, and I get stuck In the traffic, but the ride didn't last that long 'fore I tripped, and figured somethin must be wrong With the rat race, feels like I'm comin in last place Then I looked behind me, kinda reminds me Of fish swimmin up the stream in a pack And like a pair of spandex you gets no slack From the autos, cause the rush hour's upon us Can you dig it yeah that's what I thought [break and hook] So can I get a beep beep? {*beep beep*} (Money blow your horn..) When I feel sometimes that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" I keep on, but I can't slow down That's when I know that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" And beep beep, goes the sound When I know that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" I keep on, but I can't slow down That's when I know that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" And beep beep, goes the sound, of the traffic jam {*DJ Fuse scratches up "jam" samples*} [Money B] Checkin out the fast lane, cruisin in the slow lane Brothers in the fast lane seem to have no brain He's in the c**aine white Maserrati With the big engine and the kitted out body Lookin real fancy and he loves the power Everybody's on the jock, he lives every hour Kinda reckless, but I should expect this, cause he got on At the ghetto entrance, right? Cruise towards a better part of town At a breakaway speed, I wish he'd slow down As he pa**ed me he asked me to roll with him But if I roll with him then I gotta pay the toll with him If another fast car, with a big engine Takes him out, cause fast cars be sendin Other fast cars to the wrecking yard Yeah, fast lane life is hard [break and hook] {*DJ Fuse scratches up "jam" samples*} [Money B] Movin along, I use my right turn signal Spot a commotion so I roll down my window A beemer is smashed, by a co*k diesel Truck, who says so what, because he's so Fed up, with seein, the rich just cruisin By so fly while he's fightin a losin Battle with life as a blue collar workin truck But nobody really gives a damn So I am what I am, he says to himself Cause he can't visualize attainin the wealth That he deserves so he swerves as the pressure drops I think he's gettin off at the next stop And check out Ronda, over there in the Honda From around the way, she says that she's kinda Sick of it all, so she gives us a sob story Wishin that she had a paint job She'll do just fine with the nice white hood Cause in this kinda traffic, the black's no good For a vehicle, here we go again I guess that the gra** looks greener for the whites To some black cars, by far, this has been a long day I hope that I haven't been goin the wrong way I keep on, to the early morn With both hands close to my horn So can I get a beep beep? {*beep beep*} (Money blow your horn..) When I feel sometimes that I'm stuck (When I feel sometimes..) That I'm out of luck when I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" I keep on, but I can't slow down That's when I know that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" And beep beep, goes the sound When I know that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" I keep on, but I can't slow down That's when I know that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!" And beep beep, goes the sound, of the traffic jam {*DJ Fuse scratches up "jam" samples*} {*"jamming" ad libs to the end*}