Boldy James - Traction lyrics
rate meWe rolling back to back
Different color Cadillacin'
Pray the Lord they don't put me in that paddy wagon
If they do it be a long trip
Bullshit, Boldy hold the four fifth
Pull it, leave his body where the Pistons play
Rock a mask like Richard Hamilton and hit the J
But in Queens they call me Mookie
Boobie put the tookie where she put me
If you see me then salute me, bitch
‘Cause you’re quick to burn up the turnpike
And skirt on them dirt bikes
A lot of outta towners got murdered the first night
For tryna serve on the work site
Ten bricks and a bitch
Came jumped on the first bike
I'm talking perched white
Third base, searchlight
Got caught with another gun on my third strike
I'm from Detroit so I call cot and run dice
And I was crowned King Con-creature from birth right
Blocks
We take ‘em over with little resistance
Vivid descriptions of urban living conditions
Fiend valet, back block recitals
Park the Phantom on the block
Ghetto American Idol
On a whim and a prayer
I swear on a stack of Bibles
For this shit right here
My dear handed me the title
To the Rivier, lit the glass pipe with the lighter
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
I'm suited up in black attire, bitch
Time for some, time for some
Time for some action
Pre-cocked, one in the hole, blasting
Them nines, double action
It's time for some action
Street life, lights camera action
Grind till you shine
On your brights from your hazards
Flash ‘em, lights camera action
Time for some, time for some
Time for some action
We got it all under control, traction
Fuck around, throw some fox on my bitch
But still cop a sandwich from my ox up the block
No socks, in some concept balances
Split pea soup coupe dipped, no challengers
This is grown man rap, you in the kiddie pool
You still pissing in that little urinal
We burn the tree with a tinge of purple
Flip work like a ninja turtle
You ain't fucking with my inner circle
Dreams of five girls laid up on the white bed
My off white dick stretched across some dyke's head
5'8", the city on my back
I'm jumping out the gym and dunking in the shack
Plug with the connect
I hit him up on consignment
If you spineless then squirm with the rest
You can run off, play hide and seek
Till I pop up with that ninety
Now that's what I call the return of the mic
Time for some, time for some
Time for some action
Pre-cocked, one in the hole, blasting
Them nines, double action
It's time for some action
Street life, lights camera action
Grind till you shine
On your brights from your hazards
Flash ‘em, lights camera action
Time for some, time for some
Time for some action
We got it all under control, traction
