Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trapped On the Tracks , by - DJ Quik. Song from the album The Midnight Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.10.2014
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Trapped On the Tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
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| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
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| Trapped on the tracks |
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| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Head on collision |
| R3V up the engine |
| Leave your head missin |
| Rebel vandalism, Yes most certainly |
| Quick this the Smash-Smash |
| We might well call it a crash derby |
| Dont worry I come with it |
| Right tracks like Southern Pacific |
| No topic or Specific |
| Im just flexing out linguistics |
| My trains on like conductors on dank |
| Who wants to hit it? |
| See Carson in this Bitch |
| Compton in here too |
| We been drinking all day long |
| And ain’t no telling what we’ll do |
| Cause we |
| Hold up, Hold up |
| Roll up, Roll up |
| And let my fam go pour up |
| Party out in CPT |
| And nigga we dont need no hold-ups |
| We got them boys and they all out here |
| Tell them niggas dont come round here |
| Fake niggas dont even come close |
| Cause Compton in here coast to coast |
| Flickin up from Spruce, Spruce |
| Pops done let me loose — loose |
| Niggas out on these tracks |
| And ain’t no telling what theyre gonna do |
| I ride and look |
| I see you, I see you |
| Im standing all over you jokes |
| Yea, and shout out to Miko |
| Cause they came here to assist at the plot |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Bouncin, Dippin, Drankin, Rollin-out |
| Poppin, Swervin, Ballin, Blow-Blow- Blow |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Bouncin, Dippin, Drankin |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Poppin, Swervin, Ballin |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| When it comes to being solid |
| I am one of the hardest |
| I be in Compton chillin |
| Like im a freaking new artist |
| When is he going to start it? |
| Pour out the for the dearly departed |
| The ones with the Hustle providing the muscle |
| So i can go further than y’all did |
| Im on the drum machine drunk |
| Shooting beats out like a sub machine pump |
| Look at the rump, She got enough of that junk |
| Looks like she has cantaloupes in the trunk |
| On the stage cocking that gage |
| These niggas all on the same page |
| Bishop and Quikster and Dave |
| Doing the nastiest shit to your babe |
| All aboard |
| Homie show me where |
| Ima spit it real like the blood in Jesus |
| Flashing on them effortlessly |
| Epilopsy if you listen this might cause seizures |
| See us, We us, Stay us |
| And we never adjust |
| When its never enough |
| You suckas discuss |
| You discussing about us |
| You fucken disgust |
| So fuckers just shush |
| Whats up with the murderous sound |
| They won’t see us |
| Meaning will do a drive by |
| In a prius still got gas, come back fast |
| Slpash those fucks |
| Suck my |
| Buuuuurrrruuuuuuppppppssssss |
| P.S |
| Im just heating up |
| Atmosphere get eaten up |
| Im eager, stronger, meaner, leaner |
| Bout to blow |
| Fukashima |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Bouncin, Dippin, Drankin, Rollin-out |
| Poppin, Swervin, Ballin, Rollin-out |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Bouncin, Dippin, Drankin, Rollin-out |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Poppin, Swervin, Ballin, Rollin-out |
| Its my ambition |
| My vision man |
| No losses on my record |
| Not that business im about |
| They make them treat me like im treasure yeah |
| Look on through the rough long enough you’ll find a dummy |
| Ive been searching through this rooms |
| And found a book that great nostalgic |
| Told my nigga that Metro rida |
| Man it ain’t gonna last forever |
| Keep your eyes all on the prize |
| We gonna laugh at the past together |
| Locomotive on the door |
| Thats why they put me on the tracks |
| Man im warning all you niggas |
| Dont wanna cross or you get strapped |
| Yeah |
| I drive imported cars |
| Chill with imported brauds |
| If im not on Metro link |
| Im linkin at these bars |
| Drinking imported liquor |
| Smoking domestic buds |
| Champainge you know thats my thang |
| Those Veuve-Clicquot suds |
| Richie-Rich call me facetime |
| The limo Escalade |
| We party secret sundays |
| Thats LA’s escapade |
| Always more chicks than homies |
| With or without their thongies |
| Player elite for life |
| Dont need alot of cronies |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Trapped |
| Trapped on the tracks |
| Bouncin, Dippin, Drankin, Rollin-out |
| Poppin, Swervin, Ballin, Rollin-out |
| Dippin, Poppin, Drinkin, Swervin |
| Rollin-out |