surely got trouble! Right here in River City, Right here! Gotta figger out a way To keep the young ones moral after school! Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
t even come around Twist ya fingers up, bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up, bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Southside, bang motherfucker bang Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up Represent ya
, ha, let's keep it real I got the documents to prove that you's a snitching ass nigga Trying to hide behind your music You hit the highway, got money
heads hu, lets keep it real, I got the documents to prove you?s a snitching ass nigga. Trying to hide behind your music, you hit the High way got money
blessin' While I'm scream'n out up front (Up front) Akon (Akon) Convict music (Music) (Ya) Realize it ain't the life for me Always gettin' into trouble
see you in person without a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin' Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen Sex, money, drugs, music
: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I always cause trouble when I guzzle bacardi Got the hotties sippin rum, maseratis with the stumps Music
to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name is Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers
Ohh, it's music to my ears Oh man, how can I describe the way I feel? Fuckin' great, man Okay, let me see, how could I begin? Locked in Mariah's wine
at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh? Few got a Porsche with only two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some We just got two different
fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan and, bring the breeze, bring the breeze [Mos Def] And from the moment that I saw ya, I knew you was trouble
the late AM this man pull red out Nobody cause killing is mean Got ya dancin' in the dark and dressed like Springsteen Razzamatazz a pasazz about to rip the flesh is my man
got to light one In the middle of it hammer, bring niggas more drama Than they baby mama, nigga on my back I'ma bomb ya One man but attack like a pack
Yeah man, niggaz think it's all peaches and cream Shit's hard right now man, it's real shit Me and my road dogs man on this one We stay constantly dirty
' Shit Na Na NA I'm Like whatever man Sorry N' Shit I say Sorry N Shit, we say sorry n' shit Na Na NA (repeat x 2) Verse 2 they call me beast man
'm in the east with my nigga smoke used to hustle bricks In reberknock now I'm on some musical shit plus I got caught a note Niggaz want to vote for my squad I truly believe the black man
probably would cough less Test it, just to see if ya'll rested I'm blessin' the beat just like if I was the best man Yo, you miss it in ya' public school
gonna get ya issue So tell ya papa bye-bye And I know that he gon' miss you But my nerves bad and I don't play no games wit' ya Now ya mama eyes running
