DJ Quik, AMG - Trouble lyrics

I'm not ya one hit wonder
And when you see me on the
Streets in a black jeep
Know I got the heat up under
Not up under the seat, up under my cheek
Like so close to me that
When I move it squeaks
I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer
I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger
And I can't call it how I see it no more
'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back
And twist em' like a pretzel
And these bitches be the same too
Comin' with that sob story crocodile
Tears trying to gang you
And that's exactly what the game do
And if you ever get caught dirty with
A nigga she gon' blame you
So 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-5
While you niggas kick back poppin' X
You let that cuz' dry
And 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)

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
The only concern

Bitch you get fucked, can't suck
But you want a nigga with a million bucks
A 5 double-0 and a Rover truck
I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck
Want to tell your friends that
You fucked with A
But how many dicks did ya suck today?
Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?
All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate
Bitch want to get drunk and high
Point that booty on to the sky
Square ass bitch go bake a pie
Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye
Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)
The Benz ain't a rental
Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce
Ho quit staring at my bank account

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing
P the reason you know
'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me
With a bad ass ho legendary my name
Secondary you came
And you won't see me stop making hit's
'till I walk with a cane
Still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes
Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues
Etched in stone
Makin' yo bitch fetch the bone
I'm calling the cops punk
Motherfuckers catch the phone
The walkie talkie
The 2-way and all of the above
Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood
Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)
I'm a cop me a kilo of yay
And 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 lace
Dippin' 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 face
The way my glock cock keep a niggas full
Got him spittin' like that pitcher
From the KC Royals socked the PD, haters RIP
Very sincerely yours quik nigga please

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
The only concern

When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

Ahh