Traffic Jam lyrics

Artist  : Raw Fusion 
Song : Traffic Jam



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[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*