Trouble Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

B-Real: 

It's been a while now 

Been around the block many miles 

Many faces, many places 

that I found friends 

Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam 

Places I can call home 

Places I can get stoned 

I just wanna be alone 

When I'm feelin' in my zone 

People want to knock me down 

'cos they never have their own 

They won't get the best of me 

But they try hopelessly 

Why you wanna fuck wit' me? 

I'm not, what you s'posed to be? 

You could not give a DAMN 

Coulda just Killed A Man 

Sawn off in my hand 

But I had to kill the plan 

Think I've found my piece of mind 

Feet planted on the ground 

I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself 

It all goes around me and others who would down me 

Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me, 

I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide, 

Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE! 

Chorus: 

NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! 

You want trouble, c'mon, 

You want trouble? 

You want trouble, c'mon 

You want trouble? 

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Sen Dog: 

Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time 

Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind 

Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter 

I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter 

Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists 

You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit 

Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned 

A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn 

I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn 

That no-body get tired when it's time to burn 

With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled 

In to actually believin' that some shit is cool 

Take the blinders off and go look for yourself 

Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else 

I'm down for myself, I back up myself 

Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT! 

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Chorus: 

NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! 

You want trouble, c'mon, 

You want trouble? 

You want trouble, c'mon 

You want trouble? 

B-Real: Nooooo! 

B-Real: 

Look, the wall's closin' in 

and my shoe's wearin' thin 

Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend 

Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same 

Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain" 

But I know I haven't changed 

So I brush you to the side 

Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside 

'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out 

Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out 

Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk 

If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump 

I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise 

I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise 

I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there 

You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear 

Chorus: 

NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! 

{You want trouble right now? C'mon 

You want trouble right now? C'mon} 

B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon 

You want trouble? 

(Repeat 4x)