Trouble - 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
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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 g