Major Beat Songtext / Lyric

(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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