Trouble
 
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 [bad word] wit' me?
I'm not, what you s'posed to be?
You could not give a [bad word] Coulda just Killed 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 [bad word] about, Trouble always found me, 
I know used to [bad word] it with my arms open wide,
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it [bad word] INSIDE!
 [bad word] 

NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!
You want trouble, c'mon, 
You want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon
You want trouble?

Sen Dog: 

Trouble on the line, all the [bad word]  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, [bad word] and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real [bad word] in a Cypress Hill pit
Lotta critics talkin' [bad word]  but I'm not concerned
hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn 
I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you [bad word] 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 [bad word] is cool 
Take the blinders off and go look for yourself [bad word] hearin' about [bad word] from somebody else
I'm down for myself, I back up myself 
Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!
 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you to the side 
Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' [bad word] inside
'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out
Trouble [bad word]  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 [bad word] I'm not fallin' for your [bad word]  you ain't gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear
 [bad word] 

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]