(Wood) [Instrumental]
tayyyy The ci C, ci-c, ci-c-c-c-c-ci-tayyyy From the city, although it ain't pretty And times gettin down to the nitty gritty The city busy, traffic tragic Magic
bout my presidents benjamins and jacksons my names Jay Rock, a.k.a. get paper if you askin catch me out in traffic traffic insult n' tragic that magic
cells away, that cut is all in the mind Now I'm a bad motherfucker, been through the baddest of tragic Behind snoop and magic, it could happen right in traffic
Alright now, here we go These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin' 'round the corner like I'm magic Doin' ninety on
I got you baby, I got you baby Making my way to traffic baby We can break out and make a little magic baby If you mess it, it might be tragic baby Get
hustler in many ways Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package Serving that cha, cha, that ya, yo, they all tragic magic Plastic baggage
and I look for you in time and I search for you in space How tragic, how tragic how tragic, it's all static it's all traffic, it's all tragic tragic
you baby, I got you baby Making my way to traffic baby We can break out and make a little magic Baby, if you mess it it might be tragic baby get at me
hustler in many ways Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package Serving that cha-cha, that yell, they all tragic magic Plastic baggage,
, ci-c-c-c-c-ci-tayyyy! [D.M.C.] From the city, although it ain't pretty And times gettin down to the nitty gritty The city busy, traffic tragic Magic
rot in the closet like old jackets Bitch's get it they half ta have it Half of em tragic another forty five percent is pass'n off Magic And they not Worthy
we go" Verse Two: 2Pac These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic Doin ninety on the
