Traffic (Feat. Little Brother)

(*Prod. by Quincey Tones)
 [** feat. Little Brother:]
 [Verse 1: ~Masta Ace~]
 Jumped in a Yukon GMC*
 Then I hit the block like T-N-T
 And just like C&C
 I drive a Music Factory
 Actually
 I show the block some love, it shows it right back to me
 Drivin' hands free on the celly
 I'm no fool, low fuel, I'm cool like Fonzarelli
 Seats all the way back to the last notch
 One hand on my crotch, it's a nice day to ass watch
 Seem Sima, two dimes and a Beamer
 Who am I?
 On my way down to Do Or Die
 I get Apocalypse
 We see a shorty with a lot of hips
 Skin tight jeans and some Prada kicks
 Beep beep
 We stop in the middle of the street
 Double park the jeep
 See if she speak
 The picture I'm paintin' is so graphic
 On my way to scoop Punchline, there's no traffic
 [Chorus: ~Big Pooh~]
 Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees
 Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze
 Ladies out
 Green all the way, had to stop hardly
 The Alpine turn the streets to a block party
 Outside the deli
 Kids playin' skelly
 Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys
 Full tank of gas, places to be
 Got to go, more people to see
 There's no traffic
 [Verse 2: ~Stricklin'~]
 Lookin' at chicks to pass the time
 Her grill's twisted, look how her ass design? (Holla!)
 Gave me her number, I passed her mine
 Told her I rhyme
 Call me up after nine
 At that time
 Ace pulled up in the ride
 Two beeps then I hopped in the passenger side
 We bumpin' that EMC shit
 We peepin'
 Chicks in places and spots we most frequent
 Day is different
 Get a cut from Doug in the 'ville
 Bout to cop some kicks it's flight club
 Show love
 Get a dog and a drink
 This day is sweeter, than a thug rockin' pink
 Hot day
 It's fun in the sunshine
 Music loud, no beef with one time
 See a chick with some hips and thick thighs
 I invite her to the show tonight
 Now let's ride
 [Chorus: ~Big Pooh~]
 Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees
 Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze
 Ladies out
 Green all the way, had to stop hardly
 The Alpine turn the streets to a block party
 Outside the deli
 Kids playin' skelly
 Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys
 Full tank of gas, places to be
 Got to go, more people to see
 There's no traffic
 [Verse 3: ~Big Pooh~]
 Yeah
 Ace call me up about a week ago
 Told me come to NY cause he's havin' a show
 So I put Tay on the plan, a week went past
 Filled up the whip with gas
 Let's ride
 Who ready for the trip, rear speakers on lean
 It's a sunny day, gotta get the car clean
 Wipe down the grill and shine the spokes
 Car culture homie, ain't no joke
 Let's roll
 [Phonte:]
 Let's go cause me and my wiz
 Been arguin', cause she and the kids
 Been botherin' me
 So I'ma take this trip
 Give us some space
 Watch my man Ace perform 'Me & The Biz'
 With the rest of EMC, NYC gang
 Wildin' out up in BB Kings
 An hour later, niggas can't wait to eat these wings
 We gotta have it
 On our way to Skylight Diner there's no traffic
 [Chorus: ~Big Pooh~]
 Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees
 Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze
 Ladies out
 Green all the way, had to stop hardly
 The Alpine turn the streets to a block party
 Outside the deli
 Kids playin' skelly
 Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys
 Full tank of gas, places to be
 Got to go, more people to see
 There's no traffic