I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap Niggas lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin Tryna figure
It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the
[Verse 1] You're trapped on the dance floor It's locked there's no escape There's no eat no drink cant take a break No seat to sit down you gotta stand
Can't get a hold of the leaf that I need There is no end to the to streets I'm on my knees And I wish some day things would get better I've been trapped
estelle is a vampire she has a novel way of leaving her calling card sing along by the campfire she'll leave her mark while she's stealing your heart
Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and (Hell, I'm well known myself so, hell, I might as well trap withcha) Shit can get crazy
Release date: 1. November 2000 Album: Have a zididada day (So come on everybody, Locos Por la Pacanga) We went to a party dancing all night long -
[silkk] Just the other day my brother got killed Its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where I live I see my partners on the corner cold
I'm a T R A P S T A R Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it, ay and she likes it Got the city on smash Streets on click clock Eighty
[Chorus 2X: Gucci Mane] I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap [2X] I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap
Don't want no other woman in the world but that girl Ma, I gotta tell you I'm in love with a trap girl Trap girl, trap girl, trap girl, trap girl Trap
The sciences have brought us to this A world filled with the damned A last cold kiss The radiation contaminated our brains It seems, it seems to fight
You little fat mouse with your jelly-belly full with your stinky greasy hair and the ring around your wool, You little sleazy mouse with your merely snooty
Open letter to the editor, here it comes I'm sick and tired of this goddamn love crap I'm sick and tired of this alligator love trap Hey, October, won
It's barely your's on loan What you think you own The place that you call home The ideas in your bones, in your bones This would still feel dumb Back
I know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leave They were so concerned with what I deserved They never thought about what I'd need And
Sometimes you get caught in a trap and you don't know it Sometimes it's better to get out while you know it Some people never learn they keep on falling
We will be killed in 24 hours. That's why we sleep on the floor. Every time I see myself, I choke on the loathe inside. Kiss the misses goodbye, Yea,