Chris Webby - Trouble Maker lyrics

Baby I'm a trouble maker Tell ya baby I'm a trouble maker La da da da da da da da [Chorus:] Baby I'm a trouble maker That's just always how it's been, I'm a be one till the end 'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker And that's just how I do, I don't listen to the rules 'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker Not givin' one f** with my middle fingers up 'Cause you know that I'm a trouble maker And that's just how it is, that's just how it is [Verse 1:] Causin' trouble's in my DNA, part of me Pardon me, rebellion runs deep in every artery Hardly containable, aimin' like archery With more screws loose than poor carpentry My armor be, heavier than Lancelot All I need's a gram of pot And I will cause a ruckus that you couldn't even stand to watch (I'm a trouble maker) 'Cause I just have complete lack of discipline Beat up any citizen who steps within an inch of him (yeah, yeah) Me like Leif Ericson, steal, plunderin', pillagin' every village I'm a villain like Cruella Deville and them (whoo) On so much Ritalin, my mind's lost at see like Gilligan Then step back to reality, pop another pill again Wow, I'm just continually k**in' them 'Cause I'm nothin' but trouble or any one of it's synonyms (Da da da da) And yeah I know that I'm a co*ky f** But I'll be wreaking havoc till they lock me up [Chorus] [Verse 2:] You see it started at detention then it moved into suspension Then expulsion and arrest with a possible jail sentence (yeah, yeah yeah) But I flow hot, body tight, harder than a robot Port to starboard, I'm a make the f**in' boat rock (Da da da da) I inhaled a whole crop since I started to smoke pot Got my brain baked on the stove top ('Cause I'm a trouble maker) I spit sick, I'm speakin' the flu Helen Keller couldn't see me and neither can you I'm a trouble maker, you don't gotta tell me I'm wild I step in and every drug dog can smell me for miles (yeah) I'm an intelligent child, deep down I'm not bad bro But trouble's always followin' me, somethin' like a shadow So I chose to rap yo, causin' a fiasco Hotter than Tabasco or burning tobacco Start learning the facts yo, I am on my hustle Girls look me up and down and say I look like trouble [Chorus]