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traffic - slidin lyrics

[hook: schoolboy q & traffic]
no you don’t be sliding
my n-gga you lying, you know you ain’t riding (hah)
no you don’t be sliding
my n-gga you lying , you know you be hiding
hah, b-tch
when it’s on then it’s on man that sh-t got real
i was on my last song man that sh-t got real
life feeling h-lla lonely man that sh-t got real
keep a hoe in my phone man that sh-t got real
mama kicked me out the house man that sh-t got real
now i’m living at my granny house that sh-t got real
gotta keep a 9 piece man that sh-t got real
you can die in my street man that sh-t got real

[verse 1: traffic]
i do this for the riders
i do this for my pops dead and gone and my locs on momma
and my momma, and my kids
on fig’ i be doing my sh-t
if i ain’t selling dope then i’m selling your b-tch
my ambitionz as a rider on my 2pac sh-t
all blue everything so you know i’m a crip
all blue everything you can tell i’m a crip
keep the 9 on my hip just in case a n-gga trip
man that sh-t get real i suggest you keep it still
keep it real with your peeps
if not you gon’ die in the streets
my house the gang house if there’s beef
we about 50 deep
i’m d. wade with the heat
no wonder you ain’t coming outside
every single hollow gon’ fly

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
on the gang you ain’t ever seen a loc this real
we don’t flash guns we poppin’ when sh-t get real
n-ggas shootin’ at my granny house ‘cause sh-t got real
it’s all good i heard yesterday them boy’s got k!lled
when i was six i never thought my life would be like this
i miss backflips and chili on my frito chips
got a dollar in my pocket with the same old drave
get rich or grab the 9 load and do my thing
n-ggas talking that talk but never caught that fade
[?] i’ll beat this case
keep a mask and 2 gloves when i’m around your wave
i just might be in your hood you don’t buy my tape
n-ggas stay in my pockets like they built this sh-t
don’t even know my last name trynna lead my ship
trynna play me like a chump bet your -ss get popped
ghetto bird stay on the block ‘cause this sh-t stay hot (what!)

[verse 3: tf]
i be posted on the k!ller when sh-t get real
ask about me on a mission b-tch i bounce out wheels
i was stucking in the fields when sh-t got real
that’s when a n-gga went down, couldn’t post no bill
nothing realer than that, yeah that sh-t got real
so you can’t talk how i talk, you can’t live where i live
it is what it is, yeah this sh-t get’ real
keep it a 100 or nothing, that’s a h-ll of a deal
i’mma ride till the wheels fall off
these n-ggas only riding till the peels run out
watch how many hollows when them sh-lls come out
but when that still come out, that’s when the real come out
all the tough guys dip when the b-tch come out
‘cause when this sh-t gets real that’s when them sticks come out
everything scandals like a l!ck in the drought
yeah this n-gga my plug, but this’ what i’m about
it’s real

- traffic lyrics

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