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    "Trouble" Lyrics

    DJ Quik

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    [DJ Quik]
    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 bitches 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 nigga she gon' blame you
    So what in the hell you want to floss her for?
    It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)
    You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5
    While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry
    And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)
    And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah)
    Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)
    Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)

    [Chorus] (AMG)
    When I bump on this trouble
    Niggas gettin' big money on the double
    Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
    Gettin' rich bitch 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 bitch is the only concern
    The only concern

    [AMG]
    Bitch you get fucked, can't suck
    but you want a nigga with a million bucks
    A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck
    I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck
    Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A
    But how many dicks did ya suck today?
    Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?
    All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate
    Bitch want to get drunk and high
    Point that booty on to the sky
    Square ass bitch go bake a pie
    Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye
    Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)
    The Benz ain't a rental
    Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce
    Ho quit'staring at my bank account

    [Chorus] (AMG)
    When I bump on this trouble
    Niggas gettin' big money on the double
    Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
    Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

    [DJ Quik]
    I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing
    P the reason you know
    'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass 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 nigga givin' niggas the blues
    Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone
    I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone
    The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above
    Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood
    Fuck 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 (ahh yeah)
    With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace
    Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)
    Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)
    And when them marks come nigga 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 nigga please

    [Chorus] (AMG)
    When I bump on this trouble
    Niggas gettin' big money on the double
    Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
    Gettin' rich bitch 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 bitch is the only concern
    The only concern

    When I bump on this trouble
    Niggas gettin' big money on the double
    Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
    Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

    Ahh!
    This song was submitted on February 18th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Mustafa Omer, Shahid Khan, Fraser T. Smith, Emeli Sande, James Murray, Hugo Chegwin, Harry Craze, Leona Louise Lewis.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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