Jadakiss - Traffickin' Lyrics
Racks on, racks onYeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonightRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonightNiggas start … heard about me through they mazeHeard how I put them white bricks inside the vansNo skateboard shit, I ain’t talking vansGot a 12 gauge chopper in the barrel of these cans40 on that hoe, got them in a trance,Got dancing shoes on, she say she like the way it danceYeah, get money count band, … mother*****ers see the gramsPop that crystal plate, better take my resumeNot the 50 though, couldn’t have a better dayYou niggas caught up in the hype, in this day dreaming shitAnd I was trafficking the whiteYeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonightRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonightWork, what you know about a niggaRealest nigga in it, ask your whore about me nigga… real nigga team, I’m stressed in life, for a dollar and a dream5 bullets 50, 10 for the…Hunned bricks later… gotta thank the streets today for food on my tableAnd I stay hot, undercover tahoe… watch out for them pot holesConspiracy nigga, seriously nigga, you don’t wanna go against they grand jury niggaSo when I see you in the club with your jury nigga… I ain’t heard you niggaRoad trips yeah I’m trafficking the whiteGo with this shit yeah you might get lifeYeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonightRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonightI switch cars with the mexicansI just hope this ain’t the car they arrest me inThe highway is on fire, diesel in the doorsCoke in the tiresIt’s the price that you pay when you’re a supplierThe lord knows I’m just trying to make it to the fireSeat belt on, 2 hands on the wheelI break it all down, it’s least a couple millsGet rid of the weight, keep all of the pillsI ain’t gotta be here, I just do it for the thrillsA nigga waitin on me say he want the whole shitNever spend the profit, put it on the whole flipThose that like to gossip, they don’t really know shitWhat you… this year, I made in ’06When I hit the crib, I’ma smoke a whole zipCause I made it back safe from another road tripAnd I’m goneYeah, road trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonightRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whiteRoad trip, yeah I’m trafficking the whitePlease lord don’t let me go to jail tonight.
