Dj Quik
Dj Quik - Trapped On The Tracks (feat. Bishop Lamont, David Blake II) songtekst
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"Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) (Uhh... Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, trapped on the tracks" (Uh-) "Trapped on the tracks, t-t-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) ..."Trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) ..."Tra-trapped on the tracks" [Bishop Lamont:] Head-on collision, rev up the engine, leave ya head missing Rebel vandalism, yes most certainly Quik, this-this is smash-smash, we might as well call this a crash derby Don't worry, I come with it, ride tracks like Southern Pacific No topic on specific, I'm just stretching out linguistics Run trains like conductors on dank, now who wanna hit it? Cee-Carson in this BITCH~! Compton in here too And we been drinking all day long and ain't no telling what we'll do, cause we... [David Blake II:] Hol' up (hol' up) Roll up (roll up), and let my fam go pour up (yeah) Party out in CPT and nigga we don't need no hold-ups Got them boys and they all out here, suckas don't even come 'round here Fake niggaz don't even come close, Compton in this coast to coast Flickin up on Spruce-Spruce, pops done let me loose-loose Niggaz out on these tracks and ain't no tellin what they gon' do Alright look, I see you I see you, I'm standing all over you jokes Yea, and shout out to Migos cause they game assist with the flow What? Yea "Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "B-B-Bouncin, dippin, drankin, rollin up" (Uhh...) "Poppin, swervin, ballin, ro-r-r-roll-roll" (Uh-) "Trapped on the tracks, trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, t-t-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Bouncin, dippin, drankin" "Trapped on the tracks" "Poppin, swervin, ballin" "T-Trapped on the tracks" [DJ Quik:] When it comes to bein solid, I am one of the hardest I be in Compton chillin like I'm a freakin new artist When is he gonna start it? Pour out for the dearly departed The ones with the hustle, providin the muscle, I can go further than y'all did I'm on a drum machine drum, shootin beats out like a sub-machine pump Look at that rump, she doubled that jug, lookin like she got canalopes in her trunk On stage cockin that gauge, these niggaz all on the same page Bishop and Quiksta and Dave doin the nastiest shit to your babe - ALL ABOARD! [Bishop Lamont:] Homie, show me where's all the non-believers, I'ma spit it real like the blood of Jesus Flashin on' 'em effortlessly, epilepsy, if you listen this might cause seizures See us, we us, stay us, and we never adjust when it's never enough You suckas discuss, you discussin 'bout us, you fuckers disgust, sucka just shush Consecutive murder, satelites won't see us, meaning we'll do a, drive-by, in a Prius Still got gas, come back fast, blast, don't start no 'deas (B-R-R-R-RAT-DAT-DAT!) P.S. I'm just heatin up, atmosphere get eaten up I'm eager, stronger, meaner, leaner, 'bout to blow - Fukashima "Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "B-B-Bouncin, dippin, drankin, rollin up" (Uhh...) "Poppin, swervin, ballin, ro-r-r-roll-roll" (Uh-) "Trapped on the tracks, trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, t-t-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Bouncin, dippin, drankin" "Trapped on the tracks" "Poppin, swervin, ballin" "T-Trapped on the tracks" [David Blake II:] It's my ambition, my vision man, no losses on my record (naw!) Not that business that I'm 'bout that make 'em treat me like I'm treasure (yea!) Look all through the rough and long enough you'll find a dummy I've been searchin through these rooms and found a book that great nostalgic Told my nigga that Metro ridah, man it ain't gon' last forever Keep yo' eyes up on the prize, we gon' laugh at the past together Locomotive on the door, that's why they put me on the tracks Man I'm warnin all you niggaz, don't wanna cross or you get trapped, yeah! [DJ Quik:] I drive imported cars, chill with imported broads If I'm not on Metrolink, I'm linkin up these bars Drinkin imported liquor, smokin domestic buds Champagne, you know that's my thang, those Veuve Clicquot suds Richie Rich call me facetime, the limo Escalade We party Secret Sundays, that's LA's escapade Always more chicks than homies, with or without their thongies Player elite for life, don't need alot of cronies "Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, tra-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "B-B-Bouncin, dippin, drankin, rollin up" (Uhh...) "Poppin, swervin, ballin, ro-r-r-roll-roll" (Uh-) "Trapped on the tracks, trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Trapped on the tracks, t-t-trapped on the tracks" (Uhh...) "Bouncin, dippin, drankin" "Trapped on the tracks" "Poppin, swervin, ballin" "T-Trapped on the tracks"