DJ Quik, Bishop Lamont , David Blake II - Trapped On The Tracks lyrics

"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"

Head-on collision, rev up the engine
Leave ya head missin
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 stretchin 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 drinkin all day long and
Ain't no tellin what we'll do, cause we

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 standin 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"

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 ABOOOARD!

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)
PS i'm just heatin up
Atmosphere get eaten up
I'm eager, stronger, meaner, leaner
'bout to blow - Fukashima

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!

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