Dj Quik - Trapped on The Tracks lyrics
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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
