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When others tried to crank me
It only made me cranky
It caused a lag in me
A fault in my engineering
Clutched the wheel and slammed the brakes
Before

to Germany
That's the waves you're hearing
46 Brock made it rumble
Call that german engineering 
This loud Im lighting
Be screeching 
None of these rappers

an automatic, with the clip on ladders
Still mans doing up manual handling with an automatic
I hope they remember the time in traffic with the semi automatic
I

traffic at the gas station
Speedway to a highway
Speedway to a highway
Speedway to a highway
AK, my shots straight
Eating off of my plate
Made some money

Angelface (Multiples 5 vs Travel 4)

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having

2005

I love this fucking country
And she loved me more than I could imagine
So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic

Pan away from

say
That what my bitch say
In my city get killed like the holocaust German engineering lil bitch I been a boss
Big cuz got the 69 cutlass it came with

This shit automatic
All that ass up on a baddie
She got the mental the match
That shit automatic
Too gone off the drink for a manual
I need a focus in

yea so long 'go
Swervin' though the traffic, I'm just tryna 'void the potholes
I don't drive a manual nigga all my cars are auto
Spend a couple k for

a stick in the car, but this car is automatic
This car not manual, one in the head, sliding through traffic
Wish could have my brothers back, but wishes

damn Atlanta
She my little baby Ain got on no pamper
Got her sitting on my lap while I'm swerving thru traffic
Car push to start Ain reading no manual

manual , can’t get caught in traffic

Verse

Please cut the lights on 

Don’t touch the song this the right song 

It might

night
I'm peeling off my layers right before your eyes
'Fore your eyes
I've been going thru these changes like a traffic light
Traffic light
Yea
I missed

or it's me keep it a buck with me
She eating dick while i'm riding up in traffic, got a slut with me
My Glock never at the crib, cause it's tucked with me,

Jumpers

Sleater-Kinney

The Woods [Bonus DVD]

2005

I spend the afternoon in cars
I sit in traffic jams for hours
Don't push me, I am not OK

The sky is blue most every day
The lemons grow like

habits, pop a tablet I need a Peace Of Mind 

Got bad habits, I turned savage 

Gun automatic, while I'm in traffic 

I hit up magic, Rip of the plastic 

I

Less Than Human


Born into a cast
View as impure
Victims of human traffic
and sick jobs

Dalit, Valmikis, Musaharni, 
Ravidas, Harijans

and dingers all auto, still grab the dots, stuff this manual
Oh, how I love this prof', grab two juvie's, stuff this bando
Gotta count this money up daily, I

Yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh
This that volvo music
Yeah

07 foreign man she cost a fortune 
Swedish engineering  
Automatic gearing
Start her up she spitting

I spend the afternoon in cars
I sit in traffic jams for hours
Don't push me
I am not o.k.

The sky is blue most every day
The lemons grow like tumors

Grew up believing being stopped in traffic was really routine 
And Facing the barrel was like one of them 
Unfortunate things that happened to good human

napkin)
Now all these niggas in Atlanta swear they got some fucking talent
And I just feel like I'm just stuck in fucking traffic (traaaafiiiiccc)
I ain't

that she leaving
Want me to come cause she think that need me
Uhh, I wanna drive Lamborghini
Some engineering been raising ceiling
My brodie, he’ll do it

traffic light rules had to switch up when I appeared
Obeying the movement dawg
Spirit and soul agreed terms with life
Immortality the only deal that I

better not be speakin' to me all disparaging (Bitch)
I been dippin' through traffic (Whoa)
I been cuttin' out the static (Shhh)
Niggas fumblin' the bag aww