DJ Quik — Trouble Remix

[Intro: Chucky] Ayo We flyin' high speed Boss major league Smokin' high-grade weed West Coast, baby Where we bubble it's like this "Bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub" [Verse 1: DJ Quik] Ayy, Shemar Moore said I'm doing the Crip Walk (Crip Walk? Ah, you clowinin') I shoulda smeared off his lip gloss Keep it Compton, 'cause gangstas just ain't meanin' a thang When y'all can come comercialize it with R&B singers Sucker, I took speedknots, dumped with these rocks Hit with these Glocks, tell them niggas I'm not Pimpin' down to the bone, stuff in my dog tags Gangsta broomstick that I'm stuffin' in y'all fags 'Cause everybody wanna be 'Pac But dont nobody wanna fill them shoes before they feel them shots And Mausberg is the realest (Forever) But all it took was a punk, couple of coward's bullets to close his book So fuck it FTPD, that's what we yellin' Dump ten times with a nine and keep bailin' What can y'all do? What you already could? Beat me down, drag me up and drop me in a Crip hood? I'm trouble [Chorus: Chucky] Young stars are rollin', trouble in Beamer or Benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy What's life without a dream? Young stars are rollin', trouble in Beamer or Benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy What's life without a dream? [Verse 2: Suga Free] Now baby, name one thing out here where y'all find free Now you're right, you probably didn't have to mind that last motherfucker you was with But bitch, you gon' mind me Mayday mayday, Suga Free up to the pulpit Because everybody know that the whole congregation need a little bullshit "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 ass 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 tryna get my diss on But I'm a pimp, I'm from Pomona I got a prostitute that'll take that couple hundred and you can go piss on her "Hey little man, where Patti went?" Probably in there waitin' on my mama to leave so she can go upstairs and suck 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! [Chorus: Chucky] Young stars are rollin', trouble in Beamer or Benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy What's life without a dream? Young stars are rollin', trouble in Beamer or Benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy What's life without a dream? [Verse 3: DJ Quik] Compton Don't make me blow up, I'm seasoned, P the reason, you know 'Cause pimpin'll have you see me with a bad ass 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 nigga givin' bitches the blues Etched in stone, making your bitch fetch the bone I'm callin' the cops, punk motherfuckers, catch the phone The walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above Nightstick up they ass 'til we all see bloods Now hold up, I'm a cop, too (What?) I'ma cop me a kilo of meth and try to have 'em tweakin' like it's '92 With Monte Carlo, smoke European blunts Pop them E pills, have that gold lace trippin' 'round the whole place What's a six pack? Sucker, cop the whole case And when them marks come, nigga, crack they whole face 'Cause when my Glock cock, keepin' niggas full Got it spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals Sock the PD, haters RIP Very sincerely yours, Quik, nigga, peace [Chorus: Chucky] Young stars are rollin', trouble in Beamer or Benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy What's life without a dream? Young stars are rollin', trouble in Beamer or Benz Slowly down the street I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy What's life without a dream?