AMG - Trouble lyrics

[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 n***as'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel And these b**hes be the same too Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to game you And that's exactly what the game do And if you ever get caught dirty with a n***a she gon' blame you So what in the hell you want to floss her for? It's supposed to be bout' what a baller n***a cost that ho (yeah) You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5 While you n***as kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry And that b**h supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep) And don't be going for that sh** "I got a sore throat" (yeah) Give that b**h a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm) Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya) [Hook] (AMG) When I bump on this trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich b**h is the only concern When I bump on this trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich b**h is the only concern The only concern [AMG] b**h you get f**ed, can't s** But you want a n***a with a million bucks A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck Want to tell your friends that you f**ed with A But how many dicks did ya s** today? Do we play ball? Do we move that weight? All I got for a motherf**in' ho is hate b**h want to get drunk and high Point that booty on to the sky Square a** b**h go bake a pie Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye Want to be flied call Continental (b**h) The Benz ain't a rental Sippin' on sh** that ya can't pronounce Ho quit staring at my bank account [Hook] (AMG) When I bump on this trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich b**h is the only concern [DJ Quik] I'm the bomb b**h, I'm seizing P the reason you know Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad a** 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 n***a givin' n***as the blues Etched in stone, makin' yo b**h fetch the bone I'm calling the cops punk motherf**ers catch the phone The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above Nightstick up yo a** 'til we all see blood f** 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 (ahh yeah) With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace Dippin' round the whole place (whole place) f** a 6-pack n***a cop the whole case (whole case) And when them marks come n***a crack they whole face The way my Glock co*k keep a n***as full Got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P Very sincerely yours Quik n***a please [Hook] (AMG) When I bump on this trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich b**h is the only concern When I bump on this trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich b**h is the only concern The only concern When I bump on this trouble n***as gettin' big money on the double Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn Gettin' rich b**h is the only concern Ahh!