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traffic jam (easy bake remix) - jay rock lyrics

[radio interlude]
…and this is wtop radio and i’m your host dj turn-up
i don’t turn down nuttin’ but my collar
i ain’t turnin’ down no money
and i ain’t turnin’ down no mothaf-ckin’ fade
now b-tch if you’re pushin’ up the street with your orangutan-lookin’ -ss, take some advice and bang sza ya flat-foot b-tch

[intro: sza]
itchin’ for a climax lasting past 11:30
do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
itchin’ for a purpose, i can’t seem to scratch the surface
i ain’t got it like that, do i really got it like that?
you keep talkin’ ’bout time, i got none
you can find me where
the sun don’t never end and the waves don’t part
you don’t pay enough of my rent, don’t start
i got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly
and i don’t wanna waste another hour
really need to take another shower
dirty for you

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
big business, big booty b-tches, black on black benz’s
backing out the back to back my engine, backpack with gats in it
backflip my dollars and bend impalas, my arm whistling
palm flipping, middle finger, f-ck y’all, i let it linger
plush wall and marble floor, ghetto commodore singing
tours for my wh-r-s swinging, on my heart swore
i pour plenty more semen, or explore c-nn-l-ng-s
dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers
honey you’re a ps4, my game change seasons
and my name explain visas, i defame your name easy
we aim and keep squeezing, b-tch my lane say no treason
my chains say no cubic, all y’all look stupid (stupid!)
big dog, three phone call log stupid (stupid!)
i’m chris paul, west coast, all-star stupid!
the mantra, the holy trinity, baby your sponsor
my concert and your facility, via del compton
and watt’s finest!

[verse 2: jay rock]
now this that big sh-ll fishscale
bmx on the ramp with the fishtail
pegs on the front, we gon’ get there
we four deep at a swap meet, don’t need a 5th wheel
this b-tch steal whoever if situations get real
this that fresh out the bounty, bustin’ knuckles
get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
show your hands, watch how i shuffle (no cuts)
and show you why they hate more n-gg-s than uncle ruckus
rollin’ up that boondock, some call it moon rock
gotta keep that b-ss in my step, dope in a tube sock
gotta do what i do to remain on
so all a n-gg- need is good love when i come home
cause the baby’s gotta eat, baby the rent’s been due lately
and i just caught a hot one, i ain’t tryna go too crazy
fugazi, not me, me and my n-gg-s not sweet
give you thug p-ssion, how you walkin’ around knock-kneed
i’m the silver bullet movin’ at top speed
show you how to get it and get away with it scott-free!

- jay rock lyrics

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