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Crosstown Traffic

Album: The Book of King James
By:
Keen James

Duration

4:57

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

Description

A song about a paranoid drug run laid out as a narrative.

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Lyrics

Verse I I put the key in the ignition started bumping Cash Money/ Feeling paranoid as fuck and I ain’t got no gas money/ In a flash I’m in a dash and I’m mashing past dummies/ Got the stash under my ass I’m on the path to fast money/ Cause I got one last run and this Motherfucker’s done/ No more dumb drug dealers in the slums/ No mare guns scared sweating in sun/ Cause I got one last run and I’m in it for the funds/ My homie backed me for a half “P” on front/ He told me soon as I got back he would pass me a blunt/ Got a court hearing coming at the ass of the month/ Already got to strikes this is the last fucking one/ So I’m plotting for the papers gotta make that mail/ Cause my partner pulled a caper then went straight to jail/ Make the drop and shake the spot and I’ma make that mail/ Scape the profit off the top and I’ma make that bail/ Man I just can’t fail, if I do I’m so screwed/ You’ll see me live while I drive on the five o’ clock news/ Getting high while the guys dressed in blue pursue/ I’ve got priors it’s the same thing that you would do/ Until the coppers in the choppers put the high beams on/ While I’m driving on until all my weeds gone/ Cause on the real I feel the outside’s where I belong/ But if I did get caught I guess that I’d be wrong/ I’d holler fuck you cops keep your sirens on/ Flipping off the news cameras waving hi to mom/ Get on my cell phone and tell those reporters to suck it/ I know that eavery motherfucker in the ghetto would love it/ But on the real I’m just rolling round this town disturbed/ With no nerve cause got a half pound of herb/ Vision blurred blunt burning turning round the curb/ I’m hitting cross town traffic shifting down to third/ Chorus: So if you see me and I’m driving thirty/ Nine times out of ten I’m probably riding dirty/ Now I’m swerving paranoid packing a nug/ Hitting the speed limit crosstown trafficking drugs/ I got a package of buds just finished snapping a dub/ Cause I got one last run and after that I’ll be done/ Just hit the Sepulveda block and I just passed a cop/ And I’m still getting higher than an astronaut/ Verse II Tank’s on “E” no AC/ Why’s everybody always fucking with me/ When the temp outside’s past a hundred and three/ Rolling round town in my corolla LE/ So what’chu gonna tell me Don’t say nothing/ Heat beneath the seat if you think I’m bluffing/ If you persist to piss me off I’m dumping/ A clip and a click and that’s it My nine’s pumping/ I sit reclined trying not to wreck the flow/ If I succeed then I proceed down to mexico/ Cause if the cops catch me they’ll never let me go/ Since I’m on three strike I won’t ever get parole/ So let me know if you wanna pop my fuse/ Cause I really ain’t got a whole lot to lose/ But why waste time busting shots at you/ When I’ve got so much stuff that I’ve got to do/ My man who’s in a jam’s got fam in rosarito/ The plan is rent a van and then scram, you knoe the deal/ Where we can get some land fuck hoes and eat burritos/ And we can have a crop full of pot and do it legal/ But before we go I gotta bail him out/ I’ve just gotta match his lady for the bail amount/ And I’m about to stack G’s off of this half “P”/ At the cheese cake factory at half past three/ This dude who asked me is rich you know I’ll jack the price/ Now I’m sitting shitting bricks at a traffic light/ Cause right behind me I see a black and white/ Acting like he’s suspicious and he flashing lights/ That ain’t right, I don’t wanna fuck with the cops/ I’m almost there I only got like a couple of blocks/ But as he passed I just laughed cause he didn’t glance or stop/ So I pulled into the parking lot and passed the drop/ Chorus: So if you see me and I’m driving thirty/ Nine times out of ten I’m probably riding dirty/ Now I’m swerving paranoid packing a nug/ Hitting the speed limit crosstown trafficking drugs/ I got a package of buds just finished snapping a dub/ Cause I got one last run and after that I’ll be done/ Just hit the Sepulveda block and I just passed a cop/ And I’m still getting higher than an astronaut/

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