Oh, I feel caged in.
00:00
I don't know if it's the right house or the White House.
00:03
You know? You know I'm a somebody, and you're a nobody.
00:13
And this shit ain't for everybody.
00:20
You know, I'm just tryin' to live.
00:23
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
00:27
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
00:31
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
00:35
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
00:37
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
00:42
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
00:45
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
00:48
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
00:50
Mason Margiela, all my diamonds movin' Bella.
00:55
Me and Bini, matching Rollies, got them hoes jealous.
00:57
Luxury South Beach shopping sprees.
01:02
I turn to Florida Evans
01:05
to Florida Keys.
01:06
Look at me, bitch, look at me.
01:09
Wrestle with the work, Fat and Trap, Booker T.
01:12
Too legit boy, Nappy Head Rich Boy.
01:15
I got quarters, I got halves, I got bricks, boy.
01:19
You know it's me, you know my booking fee.
01:22
Wayne on the stage, Hoody tryna cook a key.
01:26
Right wrist, left wrist, yeah, all gold.
01:29
Hit me on the text, baby, I don't call hoes.
01:33
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
01:37
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
01:40
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
01:43
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
01:45
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
01:50
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
01:54
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
01:57
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
01:59
In love with my Mexican, Texan nigga at Texaco, might as well call me Tex-i-can.
02:03
Four Sprites and some Swishers, man.
02:09
Slurring like, "Sorry Mama, I'm back drinking that mess again."
02:11
Text the wrong person, I might as well send that text again.
02:14
Mama, I made it.
02:17
Baby been crazy in the kitchen for ages, tryna whip a Mercedes.
02:20
Got hoes in the kitchen, yeah, that's Yay in their nose.
02:25
I done seen them do everything but stay in their clothes.
02:31
I'm drinking coke, whipping coke, bitches sniffing coke.
02:35
Shipping coke, selling dope, got bitches giving throat.
02:39
They just blind ho.
02:43
I'm the only choice.
02:45
I ain't registered to vote, but they gonna hear my voice.
02:47
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
02:51
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
02:54
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
02:57
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
02:59
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
03:04
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
03:08
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
03:11
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
03:13
TRAPHOUSE BLUES – English Lyrics
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Lyrics & Translation
[English]
Oh, I feel caged in.
I don't know if it's the right house or the White House.
You know? You know I'm a somebody, and you're a nobody.
And this shit ain't for everybody.
You know, I'm just tryin' to live.
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
Mason Margiela, all my diamonds movin' Bella.
Me and Bini, matching Rollies, got them hoes jealous.
Luxury South Beach shopping sprees.
I turn to Florida Evans
to Florida Keys.
Look at me, bitch, look at me.
Wrestle with the work, Fat and Trap, Booker T.
Too legit boy, Nappy Head Rich Boy.
I got quarters, I got halves, I got bricks, boy.
You know it's me, you know my booking fee.
Wayne on the stage, Hoody tryna cook a key.
Right wrist, left wrist, yeah, all gold.
Hit me on the text, baby, I don't call hoes.
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
In love with my Mexican, Texan nigga at Texaco, might as well call me Tex-i-can.
Four Sprites and some Swishers, man.
Slurring like, "Sorry Mama, I'm back drinking that mess again."
Text the wrong person, I might as well send that text again.
Mama, I made it.
Baby been crazy in the kitchen for ages, tryna whip a Mercedes.
Got hoes in the kitchen, yeah, that's Yay in their nose.
I done seen them do everything but stay in their clothes.
I'm drinking coke, whipping coke, bitches sniffing coke.
Shipping coke, selling dope, got bitches giving throat.
They just blind ho.
I'm the only choice.
I ain't registered to vote, but they gonna hear my voice.
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
All this coke in my house, I know they said something.
All this coke in my house, I know the feds coming.
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in.
Told my brother, rock it up, we some cavemen.
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