Trouble (Explicit)

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