[Intro]
Yeahhh, Webster!
Ya Ya... Ya Ya Ya Ya, ye yeye ye yeye ye
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya... Ya Ya
[Verse 1]
There's about to be some mother f**ing trouble when i'm stepping out the huddle
Got these b**hes shaking it like they doing the truffle shuffle
All the dudes up in the spot steady bobbin they head
Hanging on to every f**ing syllable that I said
Got a double shot of whiskey on ice, Terra Lapinskie
But f** i've been drinking so much that sh**'ll barely hit me
Pop a zanny and go 0-60 until i'm blacking out
Wake up in jail and call my cousin Vinny
I'm a skinny ginny, tattoos on my skin? I got plenty
Brain cells in my head? I'm missing many
I've lost it already, if you coming at Webby
You better come correct sh** its right of his head B
Do them like Marie Antoinette, when I slam the set
A handsome vet, that's why your girls pants are wet
My competition a'int gonna even have a chance to sweat
'cuz now i'm on, and their plans are wrecked!
[Chorus]
There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble
Homie that's a fact (homie that's a fact)
There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble
You can count on that! (you can count on that)
[Verse 2]
I'm cold as Mr. Frosty, icicles be falling off me
Flowin' potent as the poison that they slipped to king Jeoffrey
Wake up and get to work until my cereal is soggy
'cuz i'm, outta my hustle got these haters so salty
Got their sodium levels up through the roof
You'd think they were drinking ocean water really to tell you the truth!
I've f**ing had it with these kids that criticize what I do
Come and see me, you'll end up on the sole of my shoe
'cuz see at first I as 'ight, but I got better with practice
Now i'm only f**ing chicks that look like Jessica Ravish
sh** i've been crazy since I first opened the medicine cabinet
Experimented now I got a hell of a habit (na na)
Yo i'm kidding I exaggerate the truth 'cuz
Mom if you're listening I swear I don't do d**!
I had my fingers crossed, homie pa** the weed
And if you want trouble follow me
[Chorus]
There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble
Homie that's a fact (homie that's a fact)
There's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble, there's about to be trouble
You can count on that! (you can count on that)
[hook]
Baby i'm a trouble maker
That's just always how it's been, ima be one to the end
Tell em baby i'm a trouble maker
That's just what i am, don't make me say it again
[Verse 3]
I've been insane in the head!
Since I played in a pen
Now i'm on the mic see yo the game has began
All my enemies started shakin' and ran
f** it ill just let em marinate in the pan
Ya you know i'm about to eat these mother f**ers with a fork and a spoon
One with the force you can feel it when i walk in the room
I'm coming out the temple of doom
So dirty i need to be swept with a broom
My foots up on the peddle and VROOM!
The quarterback, yeah of course i'm back
Homie and it's more than rap
sh** i'm so sharp the microphone's got a sword attached
Hey you ?looka? broads be heading where the dolphins at
Better bring your motherf**ing snorkel mask