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Dj Quik - Trapped on The Tracks

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Trapped on the tracks

Trapped, trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped, trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

They want the inches

Take these and smash, smash

We might as well call this the crashed building

Don’t woryy

I come with it

No doubt they gone specific

I don’t think I wanna hit it

Tossin’ in this beat

We’ve been drinkin’ all day long

And there’s no telling what we’ll do

Cause we roll up, roll up

And nigga we don’t need no hold-ups

All the boys they are low here

Tell them niggaz not to come here

Flickin’ up

Don’t spouse, spouse

Niggaz out on these streets

And there’s no telling what they’re gonna do

I ride you up

I see you, I see you

I’m sending you love , and your jokes

I shout at the nigga

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

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

When it comes to be solid

I am one of the hardest

I’ll be in... chillin’

Like I’m the fucking artist

When they see

Don’t start it

Pull out for those departed

The ones with the hustle providing the muscle

I can go further

I wanna draw a machine drugs

Shouldn’t be tough like a machine pump

Look at that rubs

On the top of that jug

I’m o stage

Cockin’ that gage

These niggaz are on the same page

And make nasty shit to your bed

Smashin’ on it, epilepsy

We us,we us

Stay us

And we’ll never gonna trust

Never enough

Will see us

Still got gass

Come fast, fast ,fast

I’m just seein’ enough

Atmosphere bein’ eaten enough

About to blow

Fukushima

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped, trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped, trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

The busines that I ’m about to make

Don’t treat me like I’m Jessie J

I’ve been searchin’ through these rooms

And I found a book

Man it ain’t no loss forever

I’m gonna get us

In the morning you niggaz don’t wanna

Don’t wanna cross so you can track

If I’m not in the metro

I’m lickin’ up these bars

Drinkin’ and pourin’ liquor

Smoking domestig bugs

Champagne you know that’s my thing

But you can keep your search

We party secret Sundays

That’s L.A.’s escapade

I was with chicks and homies

Player for life

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped, trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped, trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Trapped on the tracks

Rollin’ out

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