Trouble (Explicit LP Version)

B-Real:

It's been a while 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 can call home

Places I can get stoned

I just wanna be alone

When I'm feelin' in my zone

People want to knock me down

'Cos 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 s'posed to be?

You could not give a DAMN

Coulda just Killed A Man

Sawn off in my hand

But I had to kill the plan

Think I've found my piece 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!

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 a 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 no-body get tired when it's time to burn

With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled

In to 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!

NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!

You want trouble, c'mon,

You want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon

You want trouble?

B-Real: Nooooo!

B-Real:

Look, the wall's closin' in

And my shoe's wearin' thin

Had to be the biggest clown that 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 jus' 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 funky 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

NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!

{You want trouble right now? C'mon

You want trouble right now? C'mon}

B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon

You want trouble?

(Repeat 4x)