: Baby I'm a trouble maker Tell ya baby I'm a trouble maker La da da da da da da da [Chorus:] Baby I'm a trouble maker That's just always how it's been
the kind (Yes she is) To kiss and a run away (Ooooow) I should know (Ooooow) She was mine only yesterday So watch out, she's a trouble maker Watch out
ceelo One track mind serial hustler Cash flow I'll dust ya Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch? No hustler faster Bentley ballin' bastard Game maker
bitch is in the kitchen With a pot of hot grease And a couple side dishes Go figure no meat Slice this nigga up so we can eat Kill the reeses on the raps Trouble makers
They should have known that trouble was brewing They should have seen what the old men knew They should have shut us down When the hail fell to the ground
, black-robe crooked-balance Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents Court reporter catch the surface on the paper File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Every karaoke love letter, lyrics undiscovered Now your mother used to tell me you ain?t nothin but some trouble Now it?s a couple trouble makers making
I guess I should've known It wasn't gonna end okay, You're such a trouble maker But I like you just that way. A bomb tick ticking with neither one of
't wanna work in a building downtown, Parking their cars in the underground, Their voices when they scream, they make no sound. I wanna see the cities rust and the trouble makers
he kids without a fault The last thing sh said, she was on her dying bed was "Son, on't get in trouble with the law" When the time comes to meet my maker
kids without a pa the last thing that she said she was on her dying bed was boy don't get in trouble with the law Well whenever my time comes to meet my maker
see me there like, ain't that the ha ha, girl? You giving me a screw face and I, I'll show you what ha ha means I'm not a trouble maker, but if you bring
I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker A lost soul, outta control, in danger Didn't have a care in the world, my feelings were numb Never showin' emotion
1 for trouble, 8 for the road 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load Funk, Buddha Monk, in the trunk I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, up and down
he Abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine Of non-violence and embrace black nationalism' 'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to Pinpoint potential trouble-makers
as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who
, cruel and calculating A beauty in the back seat She runs hot and leaves you cold She's wicked with a mean streak A time-bomb ticking away Here comes trouble