Trouble (Explicit) - DJ Quik
Written by：David Blake/Jason Lewis/E. Coomes
I'm not ya one hit wonder
And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep
Know I got the heat up under
Not up under the seat up under my cheek
Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks
I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer
I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger
And I can't call it how I see it no more
'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel
And these b**ches be the same too
Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you
And that's exactly what the game do
And if you ever get caught dirty with a ni**a she gon' blame you
So what in the hell you want to floss her for
It's supposed to be bout' what a baller ni**a cost that ho yeah
You givin' a game of black eye in ya s5
While you niggas kick back poppin' x you let that 'cause dry
And that b**ch supposed to carry her own car note c'mon yep
And don't be going for that sh*t I got a sore throat yeah
Give that b**ch a couple of sucrets
Or give that that ho that application down on vernon to that duplex like come on
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane champagne rubber to burn
Gettin' rich b**ch is the only concern
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane champagne rubber to burn
Gettin' rich b**ch is the only concern
The only concern
Oh the b**ch
'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad a** ho
Legendary my name
Secondary you came
And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane
Still 5'11 6 feet with shoes
Compton og ni**a givin' niggas the blues
Etched in stone makin' yo b**ch fetch the bone
I'm calling the cops punk motherf**kers catch the phone
The walkie talkie the 2 way and all of the above
Nightstick up yo a** 'til we all see blood
F**k ya I'm a cop too what
I'm a cop me a kilo of yay
And try to get it crackin' like it's '82
With monte carlos and european firms cop them el co's on that gold lace
Dippin' round the whole place
F**k a 6 pack ni**a cop the whole case whole case
And when them marks come ni**a crack they whole face
The way my glock cock keep a niggas full
Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the kc royals
Socked the p d haters r I p
Very sincerely yours
Quik ni**a please
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane champagne rubber to burn
Gettin' rich b**ch is the only concern
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane champagne rubber to burn
Gettin' rich b**ch is the only concern
The only concern
