The brand new dope game [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble
cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho
Bring me My bright red fluro jacket He?s fat and he don?t run too fast (well you're walkin and talkin) But he?s faster than me ('sho my walkie talkie man
herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums So what you think about myself 'cause I'm a grown man A bad man, survival
Check this out man, 'cuz you know I ain't that type niggie I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
the fuck I am I will have you killed nigga You better untie me motherfucker Fuck y'all motherfuckers man Do you know who the fuck I am? Right ,sho' you
to rattle ya frame We (inny?) like Wendy's it's my way we robbin' the game I'm throwin' them thangs, I swang with the pain, deranged To vertical murders sho
haters, stop Man, this be this, what? Rick rocker, T9, E-40, jellysickle, y'all They hate it when you bubble See 'em in they huddles always making trouble
West syy eed Huh niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at I been down South countin my marbles nigga But I got two sides Damn it feels
tryin' to stay high Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high I got so much trouble
if you do I'm a retaliate And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city Lil' ya fa'sho just call me
need to go, go, go, go, go, go (Haha there's plenty award man, trying to tell u right know, I like this shit man, I like this shit man, One love Bizzy
the trouble y'all She rides me like, I like, all night, so I know She's worth the trouble y'all She holds me down, if it go down that's fo' sho'
up in the mornin', now I gotta give 'em sight Make 'em see, break 'em free, ain't a G Sho' you right, sho' you right The game is not to give 'em Nothin
'Cause they don't say BS'n, I'm good with my weapon Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found
keep beepin' shit outta me All in front of yo man, claimin' you talkin' to yo girl He don't know 'Cause you specialize in this You's a 2-way hoe fo sho
crunk in yo system ([Incomprehensible], they ain't seen me yet, 'course not) Get some crunk in yo system (But they still talkin', that's all they can do man
a faror To share my Cadillac Eight I got the railroad blues Troubles come ov'r my mind I got the railroad blues Trouble come ov'r my mind And that girl
