Major Beat

(Roll the windows down, you know why?
 I'll tell you why)
 So the weekend hit my face while i pump the bass, oww
 Swervin' lane to lane, like i'm going insane, may-ayne
 Afroman in your stereo, crumblin' the walls of Jericho
 Catch me limpin' down the street, to the tempo of the beat
 Let your head bu-bump at the bu-bus stop, ay, put up your hands if you love hip hop
 Joseph Foreman made this beat, funky like the bathroom in the slossin' swap meet
 You know how the traffic goes; it don't
 The radio could play my song; but they won't
 Jam my jam in the traffic jam, wom, bom, let your system slang
 Three eighteens vibrate your body, make you jump around like you're throwin' karate
 Dancin', dancin', can't stop moving, exhausted - still groovin'
 You know how the traffic goes (traffic goes, oh)
 It don't. (It ain't going nowhere, hurry up and wait.)
 The DJ can play my song (play my song)
 But he won't.
 That's why i hit the swap meet, bought some major beat (oww)
 So i can be patient when i'm in the street (oww)
 MAJOR BEAT, MAJOR BEAT
 I'm never rude, when i get my food
 I've got a good attitude, take time dude
 Bump my beat, bust my rhyme
 Jammin' a drive through the Hoe town
 Walk to school, walk back home
 I never walk without my Walkman on
 I remember when i got my GRJ
 I bought an old car with a new tape den
 Well get the in-crowd (?), cargo cluttin' (?)
 Chillin' in my car with my woofers subbin'
 Can't end my night, can't start my day unless i've got myself some tight rap music to play
 Turn it up (turn it up), start humpin' (humpin')
 Everything i play beat-bumpin'
 Chicken on the grill getting roasted
 I ain't going nowhere, i'm posted
 You know how the traffic goes (traffic goes, oh)
 It don't. (It ain't going nowhere, hurry up and wait.)
 The DJ can play my song (can play my song)
 But he won't. (What's wrong with him?)
 So i hit the swap meet, bought some major beat (oww)
 So i can be patient while i'm in the street (get on down, oww)
 I used to be broke as can be
 hubcaps missin' on my LTD
 Chillin' with the whinos tryinna' keep warm
 Fillin' out my CA-7 form (Got a pen?)
 I stand in line for three hours tops
 Gettin' yelled out by the foodstand cops
 County wheel (?), county mail, county hospital, county jail
 Cluckhead gangbangers and rootretts
 General relief and foodstands
 My girlfriend Kim was down with me
 Even though i was broke, she let me live in her place
 She got a son, now we havin' a daughter
 My lightning ain't paid, i'm in hot water (?)
 Took a little trip (trip)
 Down in Mississippi
 clucked the grip
 Jesus Christ, save my life
 Re-united me with my kids and wife
 When Christmas come around, they call on me
 For the Powerpuff Girls and the Dragonball Z
 The new ex-wives and the yugiou cards
 I beg me patience, in my soul
 I don't trip on things i can't control
 You know how the traffic goes (traffic goes)
 It don't. (Go nowhere. It don't go nowhere.)
 The radio could play my song
 But they won't. (Ah no)
 You know how the traffic goes (traffic goes)
 It don't.
 The DJ could play my song
 But he won't.
 Going to the swap meet, get some major beat
 MAJOR BEAT, MAJOR BEAT
 So i can be patient when i'm in the streets...
 THE END
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