The Cool Kids - Rush Hour Traffic lyrics
We get long, let them trunks lift up
[Sir Michael Rocks verse]
We all know Mikey aka the Great Estaré
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 aint 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...
This is for them Regals, Granddaddy's cutlesses
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'
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
See me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow
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
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...