Here is a classic from my debut album The BumRush. I can still remember the day when I made this beat, writing the lyrics and the hook just came naturally sine the track was so crazy. On iTunes and Napster this song has become one of the most popular tracks off The BumRush. I touched on the subject of gentrification and a little bit of social justice. This is pretty much a protest song against stereotypes and barriers put in place to keep inner-city, lower-income folks from achieving “the American Dream” (whatever that means). I was fresh out of high school and still mad at the world. Otherwise, this is a banger that you can play loud as fuck!

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CTRAFFIK
THE BUMRUSH

Dynamic and banging, CTRAFFIK creates music just right for his peeps in the MIA chico style. This totally self produced well developed album includes some tracks perfect for jamming to as well as comical skits that relate to the everyday realities of the Latino street life. Most impressive is the way he captures the distinct ways Latinos live in different parts of Miami in the song Chico Town. While most of the album is just plain fun to listen to, CTRAFFIK reserves some very serious deep thoughts for the end, discussing some of the harsh realities that urban communities in general need to confront in Stop 2 Think. CTRAFFIK displays amazing talent and initiative on this project and as one-third of Tha Union, it is expected that he’ll be capturing some serious attention in the near future. Check it out on-line at www.ctraffik.com.

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!

About:
Recorded for The BumRush.
Produced by CTRAFFIK & Cesza G
Written by CTRAFFIK

Commentary:
This is just a crazy ass song from The BumRush where I build upon what I started in No Señor at the beginning of the album and go off on the “stank ass hoes” some more. The beat was made back in the day before I really started working on the album and I remixed it into a reggaeton type of flow. This of course (2002-ish) was when reggaeton was still so underground that when I used to DJ that stuff in the Miami clubs it was like pulling teeth to get people to dance to it. Now it’s a world-wide phenomenon. Imagine that!

About:
Release Date: August 6, 2002
All songs produced, written, mixed, done, arranged, composed, pulled out of the ass, dropped, laced, worked, created, spit, performed and all that other shit by CTRAFFIK for Coño Carajo Produkshuns (except where noted). All Songs Published by No Espik Inglis Music (ASCAP). Album recorded at My Fukin Room Studios (Miami, FL), mastered by Don Matta at The LAB Studio (Miami, FL).

Commentary:
My first official full-length album and one that opened all kinds of doors for me. It was recorded mostly right after high school in 2000, 2001 and 2002. I had to break up with a girlfriend just so I can lock my self up and get the damn thing recorded, mixed, mastered, etc. The break-up wasn’t in vain because the project got done! I’m glad I got Cesza G involved before he did time. The skit with the cop was recorded at the FIU radio station. Dan Brown was a good friend who volunteered to play the racist cop in the skit. The girls talking shit in the Girls gone wild skit are also friends that I knew and were happy to record the unscripted barrage of insults! I use the skit as a scapegoat for anyone who ragged on me for “degrading women” in the “No Señor” and “Dem Mutz” tracks by pointing out that I have women degrading me on the same CD! As time goes by “Street Liquor” has grown on me the most but the entire CD is a classic Little Havana funk record!

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About:
Recorded in 2001 for The BumRush album.
Produced, Written, Mixed: CTRAFFIK

Commentary:
I think the idea for this song came from an incident I had in a Napster chat room (around the year 2000 or something) where some person called me a “beaner” as an insult. All I remember is that I went off on the asshole and used the argument that Latinos have added lots to the American culture and that the “gringos” who want us deported are just a bunch of hypocrites because they too were once immigrants. People still tell me that this is one of their favorite songs from The BumRush.