Two hours of my day stuck in a traffic jam; Get home just in time to watch it on TV. Makes me start to wonder exactly who I am, And if I am even close
uh, we'd like two hamburgers medium rare with everything on 'em And one hamburger, no, one hamburger, meat, no hamburgers One frank, and three chiliburgers, ok? Alright, and we'd like two
of the stick I'm on. ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every TV screen? four legs good, two legs bad, four legs good, two legs bad.
Alright, so this next song goes out to you, the working man and the working woman, who work so hard during the week so they can enjoy their two days.
' L I F E, Roc D O double G Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Young Gotti in the house Two-shotty, quick to catch
five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic
Another nigga drop, tryin' to stop drug traffic dude B-Boy's employed decoys just to trap a fool Any and every individual this can happen too We move on niggas, rip two
Mmm, I'm really diggin' your lips But be careful where you walkin' when you swingin' them hips I'm kinda concerned you'll be causin' a crash? With your traffic
t scared to bust yo head dawg Come at ya when they get greedy and let ya have it all Niggas that's bout war and will beef at any hour No matter tha weather
It's quarter to nine so tired I can barely move No one's at work on time I'll be there in an hour or two. Five days a week is absurd a few days off in
and the power Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
, walking a two mile Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile I never met him, I'll never forget him Dream dream, even for a little while Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
heure On mene a l'urgence Um homme immobile Avec une pile a la place du coeur In an ambulance Crossing the city At two hundreds per hour We bring to
Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls Infrared beam like a traffic
you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it Came with two
can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it Came with two
Silence on the line between us, Sonds so very wrong, I won't be happy 'till it's gone, 'Till it's gone. Give me one more dance before you take the time
i miss you in the morning wakin up and give me kiss with stinky breath now i miss you in the shower for two hours in the bathroom now we're both late