The Beatnuts - The Trouble Is... lyrics

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Scoppy Koof forever in the day checking out Sound Bombing III

All in ya area, we on blast right now

Cipha Sounds, Mr.Choc aiiight, toma, brrrrraaa

The trouble is he's crazy

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Cipha Sounds {scratched} (The trouble is he's crazy)

Cipha Sounds {scrathced} Cipha Sounds is scratching the hit

The trouble is he's crazy

The trouble is he's crazy

Beatnuts

Yeah, ghetto prose

The trouble is he's crazy

But don't blame me, blame it on the Henny (come on)

Beatnuts baby up in the mix

Harassing the chick touching the ass and the tits

While Cipha Sounds is scratching the hit

Got you stuck scratching ya chin

What the fuck, It's off the barometer

Smack off ya yarmulke

When I'm in the place give me my space like an astronomer

Especially if I'm twisty off the whiskey

It's risky to fuck with me

And any rapper that thought I don't want it with them (what)

Be dumb and be-come my next victim

I be in front of my crib rocking slippers with tube socks

Drinking a six pack, blasting a Boom Box

Everyday routine, wake up do the triple s

Shit, shave and shower and the rest triple x

The trouble is he's crazy, The trouble is he drinks

The trouble is he's crazy, The trouble is he drinks

The trouble is he's crazy, The trouble is he drinks (yeah, yeah, yeah)

The trouble is he's crazy, The trouble is he drinks (come on)

Hey stupid I don't wanna fight I wanna drink

I'm a' fuck 'em at the end of the night money ya dig

I'm the craziest nigga I know let it go

'Fore you really get a nigga upset, hit the road

Keep thinking I'm a meet you outside by the car fool

Quick to break a nigga head with a bar stool

Take the enemy out with a beer bottle (Q)

How the fuck can a nigga with no ears model?

Quick to make a nigga dumb out, pull the gun out

Open fire (brraa) in the club, make'em run out

Jealousy'll get you hot, but the Hennesy'll get you shot

Work the J money kid you not, junk yard from the one baby

With Dominican got it locked up and bust guns crazy

Live niggas put ya hood in a frenzy

Rick got gadgets slam Eddison and MZ

The trouble is he's crazy, The trouble is he drinks (nigga keep ya head up)

The trouble is he's crazy, The trouble is he drinks (come on, uh, uh, uh)

The trouble is he's crazy, The trouble is he drinks

It's that drunk shit for all the alchoholics out there

Come on, where all my ruler man's at?