Here da Bring Trouble Songtext
von Dope Posse

I′m not a perfect role model. People are looking for a perfect
Role model. I say don't do drugs, go to school, don′t go to jail
You know what I'm saying? Get your education, 'cause that′s the
Only chance you got. But I like Jason, I like Freddy Krueger
If you open up a Playboy magazine, I might look in it—look at it
And if I catch you stealing one of my cars, I might shoot you

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go


Here to bring trouble
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Here to bring trouble
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Here to bring trouble
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Here to bring trouble
Here to bring trouble
Kick that shit


When you hit the top and rock the spot
Pray to God, move your butt, and dance a lot
You′ll be a king and swing a thing just to bring a good song along
Every time you think of them, but girl, your world is mine, you see
Take your time for me, pull your iron knee
And I'm known not to treat you like a toy
A.L.E. talking about the b-boy
Like Kane, he bruised the fools alone
I never forget Warren McCloy′s record
He brings the beat back, attack with death by steps
Getting fat like the hustlers play
Or rather yo, what's my name? Going steady, perfect
And I′m still young, I swung on
To lick you up with my tongue, wrong
I like my friends, jam every time and then
Take the mic and then bring the trouble
No bubblegum's up in my class
You think I′m funny, but I'm not gonna ask
You to do a favor that's wrong
Lying except I can do it on my own
And I step in, not into hell
Here to bring trouble, too well

Here to bring trouble
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Here to bring trouble
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Here to bring trouble
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Here to bring trouble
Kick that shit
Here to bring trouble
Kick that—, kick—, kick—, kick that shit
Here to bring trouble
Here to bring trouble
Kick that shit

Kicking it, the rapper you admire
The one you like to call cyber-mire
Breathe the style of breath and it′s smacking
Frustrated suckers, time to quit wanking
And try to find out how I′m attracting
All the ladies like I did in the '80s
Life goes on, so it′s time for the '90s
I know you′re not original, try to bite these
Rhymes I make like Alexander once said
Man, baby, baby, you're a fake
Or more like a mistake or more like an error
If I was the judge, you would be banned forever
I get hog a lot, mind over matter
So gather ′round 'cause you're about to looking at an
A-double-U, an Asiatic with an attitude
Telling you to do what I′m doing
And if you′re not, you've got to be a fool and a victim
Of the troubles I′m bringing

Here to bring trouble
Kick that shit
Here to bring trouble
Kick that shit
Here to bring trouble
Kick that shit
Here to bring trouble
Here to bring trouble
Kick that shit

Here to bring trouble