Its been a while now
Been around the block many miles
Many faces, many places
that I found ?friends? traces
Where I spend time, places where my roam
Places I can call home
Places I can get stoned
I just wanna be alone
When Im feelin in my zone
People want to knock me down
cos they never have their own
They wont get the best of me
But they try hopelessly
Why you wanna fuck wit me?
Im not, what you sposed to be?
You could not give a DAMN
Coulda just Killed A Man
Sawed off in my hand
But I had to kill the plan
Think Ive 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 dont give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,
Troubles hands on the door, but it cant come INSIDE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLES NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!
You want trouble, cmon,
You want trouble?
You want trouble, cmon
You want trouble?
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 dont really matter
Im 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 the Cypress Hill pen
Like the critics talkin shit, but Im not concerned
A hundred Gs for sixty minutes is the bank I earn
I try to put it to you rookies so you bitches can learn
That no-body get tired when its 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
Im down for myself, I back up myself
Put in all on the line make sure that IM FELT!
Nooooo!
Look, the walls closin in
and my shoes wearin thin
Had to be the biggest clown that you couldnt comprehend
Some hated on my game, said I wouldnt be the same
Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain"
But I know I havent changed
So I brush you to the side
Troubles knockin on the door, askin jus to come inside
times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out
Trouble keeps comin and I cant seem to lock it out
Got my hands on the phone, I dont wanna have to talk
If youre feelin froggy, son, then I guess you gotta jump
I can see it in your eyes, you dont seem to recognise
I wouldnt fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
Im not fallin for your shit, you aint gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I dont got your weight to bare
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLES NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!
{You want trouble right now? Cmon
You want trouble right now? Cmon}
You want trouble, cmon
You want trouble?
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