"Trapped on the tracks

Tra-trapped on the tracks" Uhh )

"Trapped on the tracks

Tra-trapped on the tracks" Uhh )

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"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 b***h

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 n***a

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 f**kers 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"

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 n***a 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

"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-)

"Bouncin dippin drankin" "

"Poppin swervin ballin"