Teledysk
Teledysk
Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypress Hill
Performer
DJ Muggs
Mixed Artist
Christian Olde Wolbers
Bass
Eric Bobo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Olde Wolbers
Composer
Louis Freese
Composer
Larry Muggerud
Composer
Senen Reyes
Composer
Eric Correa
Composer
DJ Muggs
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs
Producer
Troy Staton
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Tekst Utworu
[Verse 1]
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 wanna knock me down 'cause they never had their own
They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly
Why you wanna fuck with 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
[Verse 2]
No!
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
No!
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
[Verse 3]
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, **** run and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You gotta be a real **** in the Cypress Hill pit
Lotta 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
[Verse 4]
No!
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
No!
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
[Verse 5]
No!
[Verse 6]
Felt the walls closin' in and my shoes 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 hand 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 recognize
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
[Verse 7]
No!
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
No!
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
[Verse 8]
No!
You want trouble right now? Come on
You want trouble right now? Come on
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble right now? Come on
You want trouble right now? Come on
[Verse 9]
No!
You want trouble right now? Come on
You want trouble right now? Come on
Trouble's at my door!
You want trouble right now? Come on
You want trouble right now? Come on
[Verse 10]
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
You want trouble? Come on, you want trouble?
Written by: Christian Olde Wolbers, Eric Correa, Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese, Senen Reyes

