DGCA to test aviation personnel for drug use

In a bid to make flying safer, flight crew and air traffic controllers (ATCO) will now be tested for drug abuse, just like breath-analyser (BA) checks to ensure that they are not tipsy. DGCA chief, Arun Kumar has ordered “random drug testing for the consumption of (10) psychoactive substances” like cocaine, marijuana/hashish, MDMA or ecstasy and morphine/opiate.

Problem – Get On It (feat. Bad Lucc)

[Verse 1: Problem]
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck like whaat
Blow my weed, smash the gas
Hop up in my lane, shit be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck a thousand-dollar brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga
Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don’t need to pass nigga
Like what that shit do, yeah

[Hook: Problem]
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

[Verse 2: Problem]
Your money funny you a clown
Your bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other niggas jabs
Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling
Woo, like Flair
When I’m done they always ask
How you do dat there?
Word to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
Cause I’m a pimp see, word to Bun B
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Get a weight lift, reppin’ Cal like Ripken I’m on fire right now
P burnin’, no Syphilis
Strap it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder a pussy
See me?

[Hook: Problem]
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like

[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
Who dat
I bet your lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that
Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros of the Locke
Them hoes on stop
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it’s 442 my pack a bang rewinding
My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
I’ma slam the scraper
You touch the paper it’s go, me I’m just granted for show
These hoes thanking it’s snow
I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
Disrespectful? Nigga please, I’m the one with the fetti
I’m going out with a bang, it’s Lane on the chain
I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!

Chris Brown – Trappin’

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money makin’ Mitch, fast money, make it quick
50,000 on your head, let’s see how fast they forget
Fuck is you lookin’ at with your lookin’ ass? Cause we flexin’
Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I’m protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga, coca taking your nigga

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Yo soy el que sale a la esquina
[?] manteca [?]
No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina
Tu sabe’ lo’ ciego no miran
Cadena que miran, que brillan
Tu sabe’ nosotro’ no tenemo’ tiempo pa’ pagar taquilla
Tu sabe’ que traigo la niña
Si explota te estalla bocinas
Tu jefa se pone pa’ mí
Me gusta pa’ tí
La mando a la esquina
La mando a la esquina
Que traiga los [?]
Que pague la cuenta
Que [?] domina
El rey de la esquina
Mira

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Sorry nigga, I don’t speak much, when it’s beef, niggas get touched
My young niggas shootin’ shit Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb’ doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act’ and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA ‘fore they knew what it was
Man they kill ’em off of X, I’m a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Young Lo – Trapping Out The Garage (feat. Chris Brown & Flawkoe) letras

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money making Mitch, fast money make it quick
50,000 on your head let’s see how fast they forget
Fuck is you looking at with your looking ass? Cause we flexin’
Not even google maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I’m protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga
Coca taking your nigga
[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 2: Flawkoe]
*Spanish* (?)

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Sorry nigga I don’t speak much
When it’s beef niggas get touched
My young niggas shooting Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb’ doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act’ and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA ‘fore they knew what it was
Man they kill ’em off of X, I’m a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Young Lo – Trapping Out The Garage

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money making Mitch, fast money make it quick
50,000 on your head let’s see how fast they forget
Fuck is you looking at with your looking ass? Cause we flexin’
Not even google maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I’m protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga
Coca taking your nigga
[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 2: Flawkoe]
*Spanish* (?)

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Sorry nigga I don’t speak much
When it’s beef niggas get touched
My young niggas shooting Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb’ doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act’ and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA ‘fore they knew what it was
Man they kill ’em off of X, I’m a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage