Another track from the “Rushed Again 2″ album, produced by Ronnie Beck. Its based on the original concept of the hit single Mind Money (I call it a hit because it gets downloaded thousands of times off my server… candela!). Originally Ronnie sent me the beat with the acapella from the the first version over it but I wasn’t feeling it, yet. So I re-recorded all of my parts and created a brand new hook to fit Ronnie’s beat perfect. That’s the only way to do it. When I was over in China & Japan I decided on the spot to film a music video for this new version of Mind Money. Had tons of fun, look out for the video soon. During the trip, my Mexican Chicano video director was spitting the hook to the remix out loud. I knew then that I was on to something special with this song. Plus those cute Filipino lounge singers in Guangzhou joined in and sang the chorus with me on the first try. Hopefully this shit catches on some more. Enjoy!

Mind Money Lyrics
Intro:
Yeah, You Getting Rushed Again (Getting Rushed Again) (x8)
CTRAFFIK, Mind Money….


Hook (x2):
Money on my mind, don’t forget it.
Hustle day n night, we gone get it
Let’s ride (let’s ride), all night (night), we gone get it


Verse 1:
My people gotta eat for real, Louis Vuitton & Moet won’t help.
P.Diddy combs aint gonna pay for my home
And your champagne tastes like cat piss when its warm
It don’t matter if your’e broke wearing prada,
You still broke, still got nada.
Aint got a piece of the enchilada,
these name brands aint feeding yo daughter.
Like Hey! Mr., Mr. DJ bring that back let me get a replay. (x2)


Hook


Verse 2:
Yo, Its the welfare baby, still tax evading,
got the IRS hate hating on me crazy.
You don’t gotta murder, they treat you like the worse, man.
That’s government violence, government coercion.
Al Capone stacking illegal bread. He said “No! You can’t tax none of it”
They said “Oh! Watch how we run it then, we’re the biggest thieves in the word.
You don’t know it, man?
Word to Uncle Sam, we gone run a scam.
Pay me all in cash, they don’t need it man.
I take care of mine, they take care of theirs.
Theirs is millionaires, mines is living here.
We still on the block, watch don’t get me knocked.
They don’t send the cops, they send in the SWAT!

Pow! Its a no-knock raid, you hear click clack got guns in your face (x3)


Hook


Outro:
Money on my mind, money in my palms, give it to the State, man, you so wrong. You so wrong. Naw you So wrong! (x2)
Money on my mind, money in my palms, give it to a bitch, man, you so wrong. You so wrong. Naw you So wrong! (x2)

This is the classic CTRAFFIK and Caliba street anthem that was inspired by the fans. Whenever we’d be out promoting on the street or performing at our shows, the crowds would chant “Tha Union is on Yo Blocc!” After a while we figured it would be a great chorus idea. On this track, the sound of people screaming “Blocc” during the hook is sampled off the film footage from one of our live shows.


The beat was produced by the Production Duo known as Street Scores. Unfortunately one of the two producers for this record passed away right after we released this single.

We recorded and mixed most of “On Yo Blocc” at the On Point Entertainment protools studio in Lil Haiti (Shouts to Buggah tha Guvnah). The track also features Balli who brings his Jamaican Dance Hall flavor to the beat.


Being that Miami is a Mix of Black, Latino and Caribbean influences, this bi-lingual hip hop track represents our city perfect and is one of my favorites to perform live.

Lyrics:
Intro (Balli):Tha Union,We’re rolling with Tha Union
Tha Union is On Yo Blocc, We’re on Yo Blocc Yeah, Yeah, Yeah


Chorus:
Tha Union Is On Yo Blocc (Blocc, Blocc, Blocc-a)
Tha Unio is On Yo Blocc, Tha Union is on Yo Blocc


Verse 1 (Caliba)
I’m the industry’s enemy but the streets love me
Cuz I don’t follow your rules but my name buzzing
Now who that is?
Caliba Caliba
Who that is?
Caliba Caliba
Who That is? Caliba Caliba Caliba Caliba Caliba Calibaaaa
And I’m Killing the Internet, I got a cyber buzz
They can call me Roger Troutman cuz I get so much Computer Love
But don’t get it twisted bra’
Not new to this business shit
I was ripping campuses when pampers you was pissing in
Me and Traffik got the blocc locked down
From Perrine to Goulds, Liberty City to Chico Town
We stay on the paper chase
I’m in to buying big weight
Then moved to Florida and made it real-er state
Cuz!


Chorus


Verse 2 (CTRAFFIK)
No me importa, no me importa un cajar-ashun
Oye mi herman-ashun,
Me cago en su madre-ashun
Es el Colombi-ashun from Little Havan-ashun
Con el encend-ashun,
Partiendote el cul-ashun
Soci-ashun!
This is for my Chicos and my Haitians
That Dade-County fire,
Live Blazing up the nation
Police come around?
No Informa-shun
Excuse me con el I’m sorry
Yo No Espik Ingl-ashun
CTRAFFIK that chico you know
I’m on the blocc with tha U.N.I.O.N. and its on
We got the street team strong
Got the rank in the zone
Any blocc and spot
That you on we on,
Because…


Chorus


Verse3 (Caliba and Ctraffik)
I’m on the Blocc like hood rat chicks and gang groupies
They cheering us on cuz we living like gangsta movies


I’m on the Blocc like EBT, Bootleg DVDs, Boycotting McD’s
Petty Thieves and robberies


Listen, I’m on the Blocc like eighths and O’s by Arab stores
Known to take your H. and O.’s, You know!


I’m on the Blocc like a dunk with the rims big as hell
I’m on the Blocc like those immigrants that just got here


I’m on the Blocc like dope holes, more dope sold
The streets is talking, that’s why my flow’s so dope, oh!


I’m on your Blocc like Crime, your Blocc like weed smoke
Not your favorite rapper he behind the VIP rope!


Chorus


Outro (Balli)
Tha Union is On Yo Blocc, We’re on Yo Blocc Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

About:
When I first heard this Shakira song I knew I wanted to remix it because it reminded me of the Ol’ Dirty Bastard classic “Shame On A Nigga” from the 36 Chambers album. They both have a funk vibe and you can switch up your style and have fun rhyming on a beat like this. I just reinterpreted her story in a pair Spanglish rap verses on this Colombian Hip Hop tip!



Update 1/5/2010:
Checking out the web stats for ctraffik.com I found out that lots of folks are doing web searches for the keywords “ctraffik she wolf lyrics”. In that case I’m gonna give you the lyrics to both of my verses, the Shakira parts are up to you. Peace!


Lyrics:
Verse 1
Shakira, Ctraffik, Colombian Style
Ah! Home girl got loose
No wolf pack, hood rat, its high-heel shoes
Looking for a nice or an icy dude
She flashy, wild like Apaches do
Howl at the moon
Light up the room
All eyes on beau like YouTube zoomed
Lips say “cool” but the eyes say “ferocious”
The body say “commotion”
A venomous dosage
Left her man there posted
At home looking hopeless
He aint give her nothing that she wants, she’s coasting
Night club bouncing
Dancing on the tables and the VIP couches
Party all night like no other options
Drink like a fish and never get nauseous
Take caution!
Ha!


Verse 2:
El tipo tuyo ‘ta enfogonao’
Es un mamao’ dejado embarcao’
Apestando la casa como bacalao
Por eso te fuistes pa’ otro lao’
Cualquier lado, no importa now
You all up in the club, hair loose and wild
DJ spinning the Colombian Style
Party so thick, que esta pesado
Esta pesado, ‘sta Heavy
Chica suelta como el confetti
No esta fea con cara de Betty
Esta sabrosa, loca y sexy
Estate’ listo,
Mijito
Si la loba anda en su gistro
Te devora por toda la disco
Y te pide mas?
Suerte negrito! (Que le vaya bonito)


Outro:
DJ Spinning the Colombian Style (x2)
Colombian Style
Dancing on the VIP Couches
Its that chico on the M.I.C.
La revolucion aint on the TV
It got canceled, catch it on the dance floor*


*Note: This is the intro to the song Mind Money

About:
This song was written and recorded between 2000 and 2001 for The BumRush. It was right after the summer of 2000 because I had just came back from Colombia and my sister brought back the Cumbia CD that had the sample I chopped up for the hook and the beat. This was back in the days of Cakewalk 9.0 so no fruity loops, Pro Tools or none of that shit. It was a crappy Windows Me PC and a stage microphone sitting in a coffee mug but it still sounds like a million bucks. When I first heard this song played in a club over the loud speakers it made the place bounce like a record label track. This is when I knew I had a classic on my hands. This is based on true stories from those years. The girls involved all heard this song and recognized the parts that they inspired. And yes, they all liked the song too! The story is based on many of the house parties at my hommie Jon Luna’s house where I always got drunk off my ass freestyling. Reality will feed you unlimited song ideas my friends, take notes!

Lyrics:
Intro:
CTRAFFIK
No Señor


Verse 1:
Yo, stank ass girls don’t wanna roll with tha traffi
I seen this one freak
Legs cocked lookin’ sloppy
I know that she’s a slut like the Olsen Twins
When she alone without her friends
Is when tha Traffik begins
I sat next to her like “Oye!”
“Do you want some liquor?
Lets go out to the Lincoln
And get started on ripping”
She turned her head away playing hard to get
I asked, why you act like that when you all over the net?
You sippin on the Moet
You got a porn star resume
A 4-star SUV
She said, “Put your wrist away”
“You Don’t got the platinum and chains,
That’s means you can’t touch on my punanay”
I’m all grabbin on the leg
Told the girl it doesn’t matter
“Why you looking at my pockets
when my thing is much fatter!
As a matter of fact I’ll leave you flat if I get a chance
Ayo girl can I get in those pants?”


Chorus:
(No) Let me hit it girl
(No) C’mon I’ll rip it girl
(No) Just let me touch it some
(No) I’ll give you money, hun!
(No) I though you loved it hun
(No) Can I just finger it?
(No) Grab on yo ass a bit?
(Noooo) C’mon, C’mon!
(No) Can I just rub your breast?
(No) Put fingers up your dress?
(No) Just give me 5 minutes
(No) C’mon can I get in it?
(No) Just let me rip it girl
(No) C’mon I’ll hit it girl
(No) You won’t regret it girl
(Noooo) C’mon, C’mon!


Verse 2:
Naw, Fuck that!
I seen this other girl in the background
She had the kind of ass that The Rock couldn’t Smack Down
Had her tracked down
Rolled up on her like a Michelin
She was juts giggling
And talking to her girly friends
Pulled her to the side
Then I got her some more liquor
Oh yeah, she got the picture
Knew that Dub was gonna rip her
Knew I was gonna stick her
Gone’ flip her cuz She was 5’3″
Actually, I see her friends getting feisty
So I took her,
Deeper in the party crowd
Lift her shirt like Mardi Gras
Yeah I feel your body ma!
She grabbed my arms and she played with my hair
Asked me “do you even wash it at all?”
I said yeah!
That’s a fucking lie
Said it cuz that ass on the line
I picked her leg up by the knee and started rubbing the thigh
She breathed hard when I smelled all the Colt 45
Yeah she drunk getting fingered like American Pie
Then her friends came and found her
And took her kinda messed up
They looked at me pissed and they said “Child Molester!”
“She 15, why you got her drunk for?”
I just wanna hit that ass,
Yo I didn’t even know.


Chorus


Verse 3:
Forget it,
I walked up to this mami that I noticed
Kind of classy with a dress that was showing off them shoulders
Naw ah, Hold up!
You gotta be mature use your brain
Gotta stash the Corona and pull out the Chardonnay
Was like “Hey, Girl!
How are you this evening?
I noticed you last weekend
That party you was eating’”
She said “Me too, I remember you there
You were freestyling, you the best one there”
We was talking and laughing I took her to the spot
In the corner of the party were really we could talk
We had a conversation from politics to finance
Then her fine ass
Jumped on my wide pants!
She’s caramel with I can tell from the stare
That she’s a freak with Botanical Shampoo in the Hair
Now I’m rubbing down her belly
And I’m kissing down her neck too.
Whispered in my ear
“Traffik, don’t be gentle”
I was like DAMN!
I didn’t know she like it rough
Then a girl from the rear came and broke us up
She said “There you are, where you been all month?
You haven’t paid for the children’s diapers or lunch!”
(Ay Mierda!)


Chorus


Outro (Freestyle):
Stank ass hoes don’t wanna roll with tha Traffi
These stank ass hoes don’t wanna roll with that traffi (x3)
Fuck them hoes that don’t wanna roll, (x2)
Fuck them, yeah you know that we on the road,
Fuck them, Stank ass hoes that don’t wanna roll
I Got a nut with your name on it Yo
These stank ass hoes don’t wanna roll wit tha Traffi
(Esas tipas no me conosen, damn shit
Man, all kids getting in the way and shit man
Wasting all this money on liquor
Malditas, desgraciao’ man
Why I’m Putting up with these stank hoes?
Las cosas que me meto coño…
Esas tipas joden mucho)

Notes: I was 17-18 when I wrote this and met these girls, so its understandable to have a random 15-year old freak at a house party with High School Seniors (so don’t send me hate mail you prude motherfuckers!). No, I didn’t have kids back then but some dumb heifer claimed I got her pregnant so I had to make fun of her ass too. The part about not washing my hair is in reference to the fact that I had crazy ass hair all sticking out and twisted up. This is before it was long enough to braid. That’s why on the CD cover and booklet of The BumRush I had a t-shirt wrapped around my head like Nas did at the time. The same girl that asked about my hair was the one who remembered me freestyling from the party before. Just like I sampled the track and chopped it up, I samples real quotes and experiences with these girls to compose a funny story-telling song. Enjoy the funk!