trapped Oh, I told myself if I ever love again Well, I'm gonna do about it, say it again, trapped Oh baby, I'm trapped Can't you see I'm so trapped?
too late playa Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix (Ice-T) while whole crews flash
hippie, but he stoned like Jimi Ex-pill poppers, geeked up crazy, whole clique rolling Everyone's wasted Purple codine, sprite, pink, don't waste it Mix
, don't tell no slouch How you feel around some made cats, really on chill Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all
and pale yeah hey let me send a little message to my enemies you nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me come to ATL, hit any trap
British Never take your Chex Mix 'cause you always get skittish Open clams with both feet 'cause you're ambidextrous No point 'cause we know you eat nothin' but Chex Mix Chex Mix
now I'm up against some mo' shit Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some hoe shit Tried to mix a nigga up in a homicide Said I shot a muthafucka
cut off... If my dues weren't paid. Chorus (Cee-Lo) It's ah, skinnin lines between wrong and right Trapped in a trap til the mornin light Ghetto ain
like vegetables [Common] Ahhhhh cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap
foundation til i built my house. sold mix tape after mix tape. and then the net thing you know i was runnin the south. streets introduced me into the trap
on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up, devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin, like a fat ass rat, on a big ass peaunt blue trap, I'm stuck
them DJs, coast to coast movin' this Spinnin' them turntables that bomp the Ruvian Smashous, best trap us for cash An' dump a blunt at ya's, outta the mix
movin' this Spin-ni-nin them turntables that bomp the Ruvian Smashous, best trap us for cash and dump a blunt at ya's Outta the mix-classes, this is for
I jumped out the blocks like ready, set, go Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin' collage And out the garage, is
down then yell FUCK EM' Nigga actin like he don't wanna fall RUSH EM' Club is playin Lollipop but we don't fuck wit SUCKAS Take the Patron and mix it