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96 lines
2.9 KiB
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It's been a while now
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Been around the block many miles
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Many faces, many places
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that I found friends
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Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam
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Places I can call home
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Places I can get stoned
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I just wanna be alone
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When I'm feelin' in my zone
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People want to knock me down
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'cos they never have their own
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They won't get the best of me
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But they try hopelessly
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Why you wanna fuck wit' me?
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I'm not, what you s'posed to be?
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You could not give a DAMN
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Coulda just Killed A Man
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Sawn off in my hand
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But I had to kill the plan
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Think I've found my piece of mind
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Feet planted on the ground
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I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself
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It all goes around me and others who would down me
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Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,
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I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,
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Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!
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No trouble's at my door!
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You want trouble, c'mon,
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You want trouble?
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You want trouble, c'mon
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You want trouble?
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Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time
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Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind
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Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter
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I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter
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Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
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You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit
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Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned
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A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn
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I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn
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That no-body get tired when it's time to burn
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With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled
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In to actually believin' that some shit is cool
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Take the blinders off and go look for yourself
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Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else
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I'm down for myself, I back up myself
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Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!
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No trouble's at my door!
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You want trouble, c'mon,
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You want trouble?
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You want trouble, c'mon
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You want trouble?
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Nooooo!
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Look, the wall's closin' in
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and my shoe's wearin' thin
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Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend
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Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same
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Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain"
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But I know I haven't changed
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So I brush you to the side
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Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside
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'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out
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Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out
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Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk
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If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump
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I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise
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I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
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I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there
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You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear
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No, trouble's at my door!
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(You want trouble right now? C'mon
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You want trouble right now? C'mon)
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You want trouble, c'mon
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You want trouble?
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You want trouble, c'mon
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You want trouble?
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You want trouble, c'mon
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You want trouble?
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You want trouble, c'mon
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You want trouble?
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Name Trouble
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Artist Cypress Hill
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Album Stoned Raiders
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