The way you look at me, at me, at me Could be in an old film in black and white But your hair's too short and your jean's too tight Maybe we should let
It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble Say man, she don't stop, she
No attorneys, to plead my case No opiates, to send me into outer space And my fingers are bejeweled With diamonds and gold but that ain't Gonna help me
I'm steady tryna find a motive (Motive) Why I do what I do? Freedom ain't gettin' no closer (Closer) No matter how far I go My car is stolen (Stolen)
[Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling
Hold your breath when you see me walking by I'm obsessed with movies, Barbed Wire, throw a stiletto in ya eye I confess, I'm like Jesse James in an Ames
It's been a while now, been around the block many miles Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces Where I spend time, places where my mind
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[Bei Maejor] I I I I I told you, not to wear that dress at the club tryna dance up on me I told you, not to push that thing on me If you know I want it
Yo jazzy whats happening man Yo ice cream tee is that jazzy jeff and the fresh prince Yeah tey made that rap tune girls aint nutin but trouble Those
[Verse 1] I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin You can tell that I'm evil By the arch
Pimp like me, pimp like me, work the bitch [8X] [Intro: Twista] It's a tight Mike production Yeah, it's Twista y'all Straight from the Chi, reppin the
[Unknown Girl] Cities, streets, that's where I learned Play with fire, you'll get burned When the heat was on, I turned Turned to trouble... trouble [
NO ATTORNEYS,TO PLEAD MY CASE NO ORBITS TO SEND ME IN TO OUTS SPACE AND MY FINGERS ARE BEJEWELED WITH DIAMONDS AND GOLD BUT THAT AINT GONNA HELP ME NOW
Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm You got your rabbit's foot, you got your good-luck charm But they can't help you, none when there's trouble
Who am I to tell her? Who am I to play God? Who am I to think I can go it alone? Something tells me, girl, this is bringing me down Something tells me
Cocaine flame in my bloodstream Sold my coat when I hit Spokane Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes In the early mornin' rain Lately my hands they
