Traffic Jam (easy Bake Remix) Lyrics - Jay Rock

[Radio Interlude] 

We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up 

I don't turn down nuttin' but my collar 

I ain't turnin' down no money 

And I ain't turnin' down no mothafuckin' fade 

Now bitch if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch 

[Intro: SZA] 

Itchin' for a climax lasting past 11:30 

Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that? 

Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface 

I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that? 

You keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none 

You can find me where 

The sun don't never end and the waves don't part 

You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start 

I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly 

And I don't wanna waste another hour 

Really need to take another shower 

Dirty for you 

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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] 

Big business, big booty bitches 

Black on black Benz's 

Backing out the back to back my engine 

Backpack with gats in it 

Backflip my dollars and bend Impalas, my arm whistling 

Palm flipping, middle finger 

Fuck y'all, I let it linger 

Plush wall and marble floor 

Ghetto commodore singing 

Tours for my whores swinging 

On my heart swore I pour plenty more semen 

Or explore cunnilingus 

Dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers 

Honey you're a PS4, my game change seizes 

And my name explain visas 

I defame your name easy 

We aim and keep squeezing 

Bitch my lane say no treason 

My chains say no cubic, all y'all look stupid 

Big dog, three phone call log stupid 

I'm Chris Paul, West Coast, All-Star stupid 

The mantra, the holy trinity, baby your sponsor 

My concert and your facility 

Via del Compton, and Watt's finest 

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[Verse 2: Jay Rock] 

Now this that big shell fishscale 

BMX on the ramp with the fishtail 

Pegs on the front, we gon' get there 

We 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th wheel 

This bitch steal whoever if situations get real 

This that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles 

Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle 

Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts) 

And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus 

Rollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock 

Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock 

Gotta do what I do to remain on 

So all a nigga need is good love when I come home 

Cause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately 

And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy 

Fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet 

Give you thug passion, how you walkin' around knock-kneed 

I'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed 

Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free