Suga Free - "Trouble (Remix)" (feat. Suga Free) lyrics

"Trouble (Remix)" (feat. Suga Free) [Chucky:] Hey yo... We flyin high speed Boss major league Smokin on that great weed West Coast baby When we bubble it's like this... "bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub" [DJ Quik:] Hey Shemar Moore said i'm doing the crip walk "crip walk?! aww you clowinin" I shoulda smeared off his lip gloss Keep it Compton cause gangsta just ain't meanin a thing When yall can come comercialize it with R&B singing s**a i did speed knots Dealt with these rocks Hit with these Glocks Tell them n***as im not Pimpin ya'll to the bone Stuff in my dogg tags Gangsta broom stick that im stuffin in yall f*gs Cause everybody wanna be Pac But dont nobody wanna fill them shoes before they feel them shots And Mausberg is the Realist (forever) But all it took was a punk couple cowards bullets to close his book So f** it FTPD thats what we yellin Dump ten times with a nine and keep bailin What can yall do? What you already could? Beat me down, drag me up and drop me in a crip hood? I'm trouble [Chucky:] Young stars rollin Trouble in beemers or benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy Whats life without a dream? [Suga Free:] Now baby, name one thing I did where you'll find free Now you're right, you probably didn't have to mind that last muthaf**a you was with But b**h you gonna mind me Mayday mayday Suga Free up to the pullpit Because everybody know that the whole congregation needs a lil bullsh** "Where Rochelle?" I dont know man After she put her panties on she went in the house And i think this time she really went to go tell But daddy want it Because he can pick his lazy a** up from a strip club, go home, lay down and she can squat down and potty on him And to these high fickle beats R. Kelly went from nothing to platinum to getting cum smelling little girls bicycle seats And i ain't trying to get my dick soft But im a pimp, i'm from Pomona I got a prostitute that'll take that couple hundred you can go piss off "Hey little man, where Patti went?" Probably in there waitin on my momma to leave so she can go upstairs and s** my daddy's dick Now run on God gonna love you because He already made His mind up He gonna love you whether you want Him to love you or not So get up GO! [Chucky:] Young stars rollin Trouble in beemers or benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy Whats life without a dream? [DJ Quik:] Compton Dont make me blow up I'm seizing P the reason, you know Cause pimpin'll have you seein me with a bad a** ho Legendary my name Secondary you came And you won't see me stop makin hits til i walk with a cane Yep i'm still 5' 11" 6 feet with shoes Compton OG n***a givin b**hes the blues Etched in stone Making your b**h fetch the bone I'm callin the cops Punk muthaf**as catch the phone The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above Knifestick up they a** til we all see blood Now hold up... I'm a cop too "what?" I'ma "cop" me a kilo of meth and try to have 'em tweekin like its '92 With Monte Carlos Smoking European blunts Pop them E pills Have that gold lace trippin round the whole place Whats a six pack? s**a, cop the whole case And when them marks come n***a crack they whole face The way my Glock co*k keepin n***as full Got it spittin like that pitcher from the KC Royals Sock the PD Haters RIP Very sincerely yours QUIK n***a peace [Chucky:] Young stars rollin Trouble in beemers or benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy Whats life without a dream?