Trouble

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 bitches 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 nigga she gon' blame you So what in the hell you want to floss her for? It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah) You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5 While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cause dry And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep) And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah) Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm) Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya) When I bump on this trouble Niggas gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich bitch 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 bitch is the only concern The only concern Bitch you get fucked, can't suck But you want a nigga with a million bucks A five-double-o and a Rover truck I bend 'em all over til I know they stuck Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A But how many dicks did ya suck today? Do we play ball? Do we move that weight? All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate Bitch want to get drunk and high Point that booty on to the sky Square ass bitch go bake a pie Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye Want to be flied call Continental (bitch) The Benz ain't a rental Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce Ho quit staring at my bank account When I bump on this trouble Niggas gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing P the reason you know Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho Legendary my name Secondary you came And you won't see me stop making hits till I walk with a cane Still five and eleven, six feet with shoes Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood Fuck 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 eighty-two (ahh yeah) With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace Dippin' round the whole place (whole place) Fuck a six-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case) And when them marks come nigga 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 nigga please When I bump on this trouble Niggas gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich bitch 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 bitch is the only concern The only concern When I bump on this trouble Niggas gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern Ahh!