your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, Dealer
governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, Dealer Dealer, Dealer Dealer, Dealer
Traduzione: Traffico. Concessionario.
m wreckin traffic pullin a G daily watch how I pull these snitches suckas hatin, and wishin hoes on the ground from hittin fences the real deal peep how
bout? you) I shouldn?t be thinking bout? you 2X My ex never listens She?s so dramatic when she calls Got my baby?s mama trippin? When I?m in traffic
years I'm still lasting, foot to the flo' I'm mashing Guarding traffic not crashing, controlling the wheel Independent holding a mill, without a holding a deal
one eye open silence is golden Life a magazine Death a Reality Drug dealer heroes thug celebrities Rush hour gridlock may seem drastic An open road compared to drug traffic
(Whats the deal?) [Verse One] I'm apprehensive towards ladies 'round the way They tend to have to have so much to show and so little to say But once
here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit I just blend in with the rest of the traffic
been in a gang or sold a little crack How's that? for history on Unsolved Mysteries you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me in traffic I'm
cryogenic faces Louis Vuitton suitcases Autographs and paid vacations Divorce papers and synthetic lubrications Playing' you like top-40 stations Ah... you know the deal
see now I see) Im in the house about six, twist the lit I park my V-Hic feedin my bitch They wonder if I switched since I signed my deal, Im Legit! Im
huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin
one take. Because you aren't good enough. You were never good enough to sing your own songs oh so perfect. If you fuck this up, you fuck the record deal
did it [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm fresh out the county jail Just graduated from an anger management program I like to punish niggaz Slow your roll like a traffic
reach 'Cause I'm stuck in traffic down here on 53rd street Now Sherry my love for you is real But I didn't count on this package deal And baby this
then And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them If you a thug, stop girlin' then If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington It
off Life's been full of trifes in ways but soon I see better days Pass my pistol in weigh with better ways Stay away from all this madness Given through traffic
