Trouble Lyrics - Amg

[DJ Quik] 

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) 

[Chorus: AMG] 

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 

[AMG] 

Bitch you get fucked, can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks 

A 5-double-O and a Rover truck up in the mall ripper till 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 

[Chorus] 

[DJ Quik] 

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 5'11", 6 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 2-way and all of the above 

Nightstick up yo ass too we all seen 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 '82 (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 6-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 

[Chorus] 

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