Traffic Em C (Ft. Little Brother)

[Verse One] [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

[Hook] [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