e-dubble - New Trouble | Текст песни

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Instrumental of "Just to Get A Rep" Produced by DJ Premier
Chorus x2:
so keep them hands up- HIGH
cut the bass low
and if you got a problem there's the front door
we get it in when we can, we sipping on something
cut ties with the stress, we'll find some new trouble
verse 1:
sippin' something inappropriate
so its odorous, sittin' inside of my styrofoam I'm going in
tryna make a new song for you to rock to
even though the work week sucked I still got you
got too- the shit is up in my genes
when shit gets tough, I just gotta release
throw a fist up, fuck it, maybe beat up the beat
I ain't sure ain't jersey but I'll sex on the beach, Oh No
the drinks got me running off the mouth now
but its cool cuz' you'll never see me kowtow
fuck knees, i've been standing on my feet
since my little footed jammies mastered the concrete
I'm never laying down cuz' them hands stay up
I hammer MC's cuz' the know they can't touch
I'm just fuckin' around... the beef ain't us
if you wanna battle try call of duty black ops, x-box
but I ain't really playing any games
my time is occupied by the grind and staying sane
driving on the highway trying to find a lane
by myself no H.O.V. but I think I'll find my way
verse 2:
local kids don't like me cuz' i keep my headies in
goofy lil basterds they geekin' off of the ready whip
used to be an influence, now i'm mister bitterman
young, jaded, deflated but baby I'm a Letterman
late night entertainer, no stranger to awkward advances
dancing in place
like you're 2 step broke so you're only on that lean shit
meanwhile I'm snapping to the beat, eating bean dip
sippin' on my rail drink, glad they kept the bass low
cuz' now my blu blocs got the spot looking day glow
---fix up look sharp for the angels
I'm chillin' in the corner while my homies play the angles
-- I ain't talking pool neither procedures are followed
by the shorties so they're looking for some seizures
we got the jukebox blaring playing ether
the squares don't like it but the hipsters start freakin'
now i'm tryna dodge the earned amnesia
but with each sip that memory peaces
damn brain throwing deuces, I'm leaving
the blackout is on, now its time for some pizza