[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 cocaine 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 passed 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 cock 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 grass 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*}
