Trapped On the Tracks - DJ Quik

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

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