"Trouble" lyrics
"Trouble"
[B-Real:]
It's been awhile now, been around the block many miles
Many faces, many places, that I found friends
Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam
Places I could call home, places I could get stoned
I just wanna be alone when I'm feelin' in my zone
People want to knock me down, 'cause they never have their own
They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly
Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you 'posed to be?
Used to not give a damn, coulda just killed a man
Sawed-off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan
Think I've found my peace of mind, feet planted on the ground
I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself
It all goes around me and others who would down me
Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside
[B-Real + Sen Dog:]
No
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
No
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
[Sen Dog:]
Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time
Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind
Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pit
Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned
A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn
I try to put it to you bluntly so you bitches can learn
That nobody get tired when it's time to burn
With so many phonies out there lot of you have been fooled
Into actually believin' that some shit is cool
Take the blinders off and go look for yourself
Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else
I'm down for myself, I back up myself
Put in all on the line make sure that I'm felt
[B-Real + Sen Dog:]
No
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
No
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
[B-Real:]
No!
Felt the walls closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin
Had to be the biggest clown, man you couldn't comprehend
Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same
Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain"
But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side
Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious just to come inside
'Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out
Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out
Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk
If you're feelin froggy, son, then I guess you gotta jump
I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise
I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear
[B-Real + Sen Dog:]
No
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
No
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
[B-Real:]
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
Thanks to BinaryDescent, pilotsrule for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes, Eric Lance Correa, Christian Olde Wolbers, Larry E. Muggerud
- AZLyrics
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- Cypress Hill Lyrics
album:
"Stoned Raiders" (2001)
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