Текст песни DJ Quik f AMG - Trouble
DJ Quik f AMG - Trouble слова песни
[DJ Quik]I`m not ya one hit wonderAnd when you see me on the streets in a black jeepknow I got the heat up underNot up under the seat, up under my cheekLike so close to me that when I move it squeaksI ain`t no big buff dude I`m a rap singerI exercise one muscle that`s my strap fingerAnd I can`t call it how I see it no more`Cause these niggas`ll take ya words back and twist em` like a pretzelAnd these bitches be the same tooComin` with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang youAnd that`s exactly what the game doAnd if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon` blame youSo what in the hell you want to floss her for?It`s supposed to be bout` what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)You givin` a game of black eye in ya S-5While you niggas kick back poppin` X you let that cuz` dryAnd that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c`mon, yep)And don`t be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah)Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)[Chorus] (AMG)When I bump on this troubleNiggas gettin` big money on the doubleFast lane, champagne, rubber to burnGettin` rich bitch is the only concernWhen I bump on this troubleNiggas gettin` big money on the doubleFast lane, champagne, rubber to burnGettin` rich bitch is the only concernThe only concern[AMG]Bitch you get fucked, can`t suckbut you want a nigga with a million bucksA 5-double-0 and a Rover truckI bend `em all over `til I know they stuckWant to tell your friends that you fucked with ABut how many dicks did ya suck today?Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hateBitch want to get drunk and highPoint that booty on to the skySquare ass bitch go bake a pieGet a tattoo of a dick in ya eyeWant to be flied call Continental (bitch)The Benz ain`t a rentalSippin` on shit that ya can`t pronounceHo quit staring at my bank account[Chorus] (AMG)When I bump on this troubleNiggas gettin` big money on the doubleFast lane, champagne, rubber to burnGettin` rich bitch is the only concern[DJ Quik]I`m the bomb bitch, I`m seizingP the reason you know`Cause pimpin`ll have you seeing me with a bad ass hoLegendary my nameSecondary you cameAnd you won`t see me stop making hits `till I walk with a caneStill 5`11", 6 feet with shoesCompton, OG nigga givin` niggas the bluesEtched in stone, makin` yo bitch fetch the boneI`m calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phoneThe walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the aboveNightstick up yo ass `til we all see bloodFuck ya, I`m a cop too (what?)I`m a cop me a kilo of yayand 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 laceDippin` round the whole place (whole place)Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)And when them marks come nigga crack they whole faceThe way my glock cock keep a niggas fullgot him spittin` like that pitcher from the KC RoyalsSocked the P.D., haters R.I.P.Very sincerely yoursQuik nigga please[Chorus] (AMG)When I bump on this troubleNiggas gettin` big money on the doubleFast lane, champagne, rubber to burnGettin` rich bitch is the only concernWhen I bump on this troubleNiggas gettin` big money on the doubleFast lane, champagne, rubber to burnGettin` rich bitch is the only concernThe only concernWhen I bump on this troubleNiggas gettin` big money on the doubleFast lane, champagne, rubber to burnGettin` rich bitch is the only concernAhh!