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Trouble (Live)
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DJ Quik
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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 n***as'll take your words back and twist 'em like a pretzel And these b*t*hes be the same, too Comin' with that sob story, crocodile tеars tryin' to game you And that's exactly what the gamе do And if you ever get caught dirty with a homie, she gon' blame you So what in the hell you wanna floss her for? It's supposed to be 'bout what a baller n***a cost that ho, yes You givin' a game of black eye in your S5 While you n***as kick back poppin' E, you let that b*t*h drive And that b*t*h supposed to carry her own car note And don't be going for that sh*t "I got a sore throat" Give that b*t*h a couple of Sucrets Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex Formula, come on When I bubble, it's trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich, b*t*h, is the only concern When I bubble, it's trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich, b*t*h, is the only concern It's the only concern I'm the bomb, b*t*h... 'Cause pimpin'll have you see me with a bad ass ho Legendary my name Secondary you came And you won't see me stop making hits 'til I walk with a cane Yep, I'm still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes Compton, OG n***a givin' n***as the blues Etched in stone, makin' yo b*t*h fetch the bone I'm calling the cops, punk motherf**kers, catch the phone Nightstick, security, and all of the above Put it up in yo' ass 'til we all see blood Well, f**k it, 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 furs Cop them El Co's on that gold lace Dippin' round the whole place f**k a six-pack, stupid, cop the whole case And when them n***as come, stupid, crack they whole face The way my Glock c*ck keep a n***a spoiled Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P Very sincerely yours, Quik, n***a, peace 'Cause when I bubble, it's trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double (What?) Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn (What we doin'?) Gettin' rich, b*t*h, is the only concern When I bubble, it's trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich, b*t*h, is the only concern It's the only concern
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