Текст песни Raw Fusion - Traffic Jam
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[Money B]Everybody rides the expressway of lifeMan expressway is not like the best wayWhy even bother they say? But I`m tryin my luckin the bumper to bumper, and I get stuckin the traffic, but the ride didn`t last that long`fore I tripped, and figured somethin must be wrongwith the rat race, feels like I`m comin in last placeThen I looked behind me, kinda reminds meof fish swimmin up the stream in a packand like a pair of spandex you gets no slackfrom the autos, cause the rush hour`s upon usCan 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 downThat`s when I know that I`m stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!"And beep beep, goes the soundWhen I know that I`m stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!"I keep on, but I can`t slow downThat`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 laneBrothers in the fast lane seem to have no brainHe`s in the cocaine white Maserratiwith the big engine and the kitted out bodyLookin real fancy and he loves the powerEverybody`s on the jock, he lives every hourkinda reckless, but I should expect this, cause he got onat the ghetto entrance, right?Cruise towards a better part of townat a breakaway speed, I wish he`d slow downAs he passed me he asked me to roll with himBut if I roll with him then I gotta pay the toll with himif another fast car, with a big enginetakes him out, cause fast cars be sendinother fast cars to the wrecking yardYeah, fast lane life is hard[break and hook]{*DJ Fuse scratches up "jam" samples*}[Money B]Movin along, I use my right turn signalSpot a commotion so I roll down my windowA beemer is smashed, by a cock dieseltruck, who says so what, because he`s sofed up, with seein, the rich just cruisinby so fly while he`s fightin a losinbattle with life as a blue collar workin truckBut nobody really gives a damnSo I am what I am, he says to himselfcause he can`t visualize attainin the wealththat he deserves so he swerves as the pressure dropsI think he`s gettin off at the next stopAnd check out Ronda, over there in the Hondafrom around the way, she says that she`s kindasick of it all, so she gives us a sob storywishin that she had a paint jobShe`ll do just fine with the nice white hoodCause in this kinda traffic, the black`s no goodfor a vehicle, here we go againI guess that the grass looks greener for the whitesto some black cars, by far, this has been a long dayI hope that I haven`t been goin the wrong wayI keep on, to the early mornwith both hands close to my hornSo 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 downThat`s when I know that I`m stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!"And beep beep, goes the soundWhen I know that I`m stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!"I keep on, but I can`t slow downThat`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*}