The A Team - Slower Traffic To The Right lyrics

[Intro] My '99 n***as. My '99 n***as. My '99 n***as [Verse One: Abstract Rude] Slower traffic to the right Fast lane, merge left, let's roll, take flight Keep mashing, only bring unique fashions f** eating rations and not cashing checks I'm having reps for breakfast and taking titles for lunch I'ma set it till I've deaded you punks Torpedo in your sub and your battleship sunk More people in the club saying "Ah, sh** bumps!" Yeah Jeeps Walkmans Boomboxes Yeah and all that sh** you talking is obnoxious Where's my remote then I press "mute" Something in you robots does not compute Rewiring, replace your parts And be bra** knuckles solid steel with purple hearts So when circle starts And dogs bark, me and El park Turtle are big snails, hares quick dart Which will cross the line winning? With time running? Rapid traffic and mind bending Watch out for oncoming [Hook: Abstract Rude] Slower traffic to the right Fast lane, merge left, let's roll, take flight (Get served) Slower traffic to the right Fast lane, merge left, let's roll, take flight (Ya heard?) [Verse Two: Abstract Rude] Keep the energy up You can Hennessy sip Just don't get pissy drunk 'less you can handle that sh** [?] hits to get you real numb And if you dumb when you thirst give you [?] [Aceyalone] It was a cold night I lock and load the mic I speak it like my god given right and it's tight I move on the path, my stereo on blast I laugh at the traffic flying in my hovercraft Big wings, big things It's the under an*lysis, ground palaces Smash who challenge this Leave your mind in paralysis Perfectly balance it "Those n***as are so talented!" Says the pa**erbyers, as we pa** by Those fast guys with the gla** microscopic eye to scope The mainstreamers Where the gra** is greener The men are from Mars and the women are from Venus And I'm from the stars The p**y bars and penis I roam with the bu*terflies I know it when you're squeamish Rolling through L.A Often walk through L.A Still kick it like Pele Sipping on a Baileys Bust a U.F.O Let me wheels hit the flo' Hit the flo' like I was an animal in heat One love, one life, one beat and it goes One sun, one life, one street and we roll [Hook] [Verse Three: Aceyalone] We on the 1-10 [Abstract Rude] 405 and 10 101 and 5 [Aceyalone] 60, 90, 91 [Abstract Rude] 7-10 drive 605 drive roll with us get live Friends don't let friends, get a D.U.I Everybody know that in L.A. you need a whip People macking on they chips, showboat all up on the strip Stacking up a grip 20 inch, ABS [?] Mitsubishi's and Jeepers Text messages and beepers Princess cuts and platinum sets [?] paint low low sweats Pearl tongue dipping in and out of the road rage Traffic and the road k** So graphic from motor psychopathic with a Tec Ferrari, [?], Kateras and Sitrons Delorians [?] compressors we roll on We keep in between the lines Some people be mashers Mashers, the chase is part of the catch for the one time Hella coppers and helicopters I'm under the ponch of flight ramp at LAX It'd be smart to like Vep and Jeff from the parking structure Leaving them black and white vex off the style of my protects (Hey next exit) [Hook] [Verse Four: Abstract Rude] Whatcha wanna do huh? When we get to flipping, rip the gift of gab When hit the mix and cut and do the scratch To the stutter step for the LA style and back Rhythm meticulous to Acey/Ab' The Myka, P.E.A.C.E., and Jup' and Volume 10 The Ganja K and Nefertiti, Sid, can't forget Funky Trend The urban props, C.V.E. and we be Ma** Men The Dark Leaf, [?], Hip Hop Klan The O.M.D. ba*tard, Figures Ov Speech And why do we roll the fast lane? Cause we got n***as to reach [Aceyalone] We come out in a verse Should I put it in reverse? Too late to turn back, we got the undying thirst We're so far first we're last So well versed and rehearsed that when we blast off At the choppers it sound proper But it's not the show stopper It's the unstoppable hip hoppers coasting up above you Giving you reason to roll when don't nobody love you Roll with the rollers Power by the solar Soul controller, mic controller, straight without the cola I used to burn rubber in my stroller The wheels came off Young baby ghetto David Ha**elhoff Knight Rider with the navigation flight guider Insider, outsider, ain't nobody tighter [Abstract Rude] Sitting in the center of divider Confirming with a radar gun Emergency lane make the freeway wider Crossing over [?] dots and different cops And when I stop I call box to help a fox With jumper cables and jacks Hitchhikers They be rolling back on track on math and switch mic up Burning my name on an almanac Calm and relaxed Push bu*ton on cruise control Put my feet on the flo' Turn on the radio