Lyrics:
There ain't no schoolin' us
This time we get wise on the hustle
Stereotype, we all about trouble,
.45 with a scope on the muzzle
Takes a back seat
in-between the pauses, waiting for my time
is it right now or has it passed me by, I magnify
the situation through my glass eye and analyze it
what's real
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
I learned to make 'em run like the R+everend
But I never had a 9 milli or a mac 11
I was enticed by the G life
When I met them boys from the east
ever loved anybody
Loved anything, loved anyone
Than you'll feel me.
[Chorus]
Your baby got a hole in it
I fill it up
She get turned on by all my
was real, she looked at me,
So I said, “Where do you want to go?”
She said, “I live by the sea”,
She was real, I swear she was real …
Well I ain't
trouble
Love is a weed that thrives on darkness
Love can be such a lonely game
But don't say we have anything in common
I don't want to know your name
This is where I belong
This is not the dream that you had once believed
They have forced their hand and taken everything
The trouble with a mask is it
matter what I do
I just keep on thinking 'bout you
No I don't want to start no trouble
Between you and I and your lover
But I must tell you what I'm
You paint your body beautiful
All the colours of the sky
Blinded by bubblegum
I never asked you why
If this is heaven we'll be alright
If
In the morning by the sea
As the fog clears from the sand
I have no money in my hand
I have no home, I have no land
But it doesn't trouble me
by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've got my kit
That boy is working you, be careful what you do,
They say he's nothing but trouble with an attitude.
Well, I'm leading intervention and my friends
troubles home
Lay them by the river side and wash them away
Fly away across the universe
See you there
Fly away
New days fly away across the universe
See
you to grieve
My friend be encouraged
By these words that I speak
Chorus
Be not you weary
While on this journey
For you will reap
If you'll faint not
truth across this map.
Through canyon lands and deserts till our troubles take us back
To the open road, this is where I find the truth of my soul.
To protect us both from jeopardy I'd better stop there
It's too late to turn back now
And high time to disappear
Our troubles will soon be past
So
a fight,
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in
From outta state,
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
If you bring the clouds and the rain
And the whole world in flames
And you're bleeding
And someone comes looking for trouble
I will cover you.
I have a little trouble trying to be myself
I feel inadequate next to everybody else
I didn't figure out I was in bad health
Without you
I only
by the fire.
Il m’a dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots tous les jours on the radio.
I’m gonna stay here with you beside me,
We’ll turn this Monday
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
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