Trouble (featuring AMG)

<br>DJ Quik<br><br>I`m not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)<br>and when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep<br>know i got the heat up under<br>not up under my seat but under my cheek<br>like so close to me when i move it squeaks<br>I aint no big buff dude i`m a rap singer<br>i exercize one muscle that`s my strap finger<br>and i cant call it how i see it no more <br>cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel <br>and these bitche be the same too<br>comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you<br>and that`s exactly what the game do<br>and if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon` blame you<br>so what in the hell you wanna floss her for?<br>it`s supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that ho<br>you givin the game a black eye in ya S-5<br>while you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry<br>and that bitch supposed to carry her own car note<br>and dont be goin for that shit &quot;i got a sore throat &quot;<br>give that bitch a couple surcrets <br>or give that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex<br><br>Chorus(AMG)<br>when i bump on this trouble<br>niggas gettin big money on the double<br>fast lane,champagne, rubber to burn<br>gettin rich bitch is the only concern<br><br>when i bump on this trouble<br>niggas gettin big money on the double<br>fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn<br>gettin rich bitch is the only concern<br>the only concern<br><br>(AMG)<br><br>Bitch you get fucked can`t suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks<br>a 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck<br>want to tell your friends that you fucked with A<br>but how many dicks did you suck today?<br>do we play ball? do we move that weight?<br>all i got for a muthafuckin ho is hate<br>bitch want to get drunk and high<br>point that booty all to the sky<br>square ass bitch go bake a pie<br>get a tatto of a dick in ya eye<br>wanna be flied call Continental bitch<br>then Benz aint a rental<br>sippin on shit that you cant pronounce<br>ho quit starin at my bank account<br><br>Chorus<br>When i bump on this trouble<br>niggas gettin big money on the double<br>fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn<br>gettin rich bitch it`s the only concern<br><br>(DJ Quik)<br>I`m the bomb bitch,I`m seizing<br>P the reason you know<br>cuz pimpin`ll have you seeing me wit a bad ass ho<br>legendary my name secondary you came<br>and you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane<br>still 5`11&quot; six feet wit shoes<br>compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues<br>etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone<br>i`m callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone<br>walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above<br>nightstick up yo ass till we all seen blood<br>fuck ya, i`m a cop too (what?)<br>i`m a cop me a kilo of yay<br>and try to get it crackin like it`s `82<br>with Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co`s on that gold lace<br>dippin` round the whole place(whole place)<br>fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)<br>and when them marks come nigga crack they whole face<br>the way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher<br>from the KC Royals<br>socked the P.D. haters RIP<br>very sincerely yours <br>Quik nigga please<br><br>Chorus(3xs)<br>Ahh!