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The Cool Kids

Rush Hour Traffic

 

Rush Hour Traffic

(Album: When Fish Ride Bicycles - 2011)


[Intro:]
We get long, let them trunks lift up
Ay ay...

[Sir Michael Rocks:]
We all know Mikey aka the Great Estaré
Banco Populair
Looking rare homie, what's the skit
So you could holla at me if you want me If you don't keep it rolling don't be dropping names like a ton of bricks
I'm in the '96 SL5
But ain't nothing on that badboy
The button stick when I be unlocking it
So I grabbed the cutless keys like a Fucking thief
Take a sweet, gut it, stuff it then we puff it babyy
The Baileys, mixed with Grandma ye'
See we calling 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...

[Chorus: x2]
This is for them Regals, Granddaddy's cutlesses
Stuck-in-town vehicles
The speakers gon' love it
The trucks is all low like I talked about his mother
Driving around slow, like there's an accident or something
Ssssskkkkkurrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

[Chuck Inglish:]
Digging 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
Wass happening
Surely {shurly?}
Rerun
[?]
See me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow
Ferrari's [?] naaaa
Phantoms [?] nope!
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

[Bridge: Chuck Inglish]
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...

[Chorus x3]

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