Don't trouble trouble 'till trouble troubles you Don't trouble trouble 'till trouble troubles you Keep yourself to yourself be carefull what you do Don
Traduction: The Damned. Ne Trouble Trouble.
dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou
body?s on drugs, she did it for a rush, Don?t it make you wonder just how many more? We gotta do something it?s not right, We can?t keep saying our
whole in an MC like Cheerio, they don't Hear me though, I work for the struggle I don't work For dough, I mean what I say, I don't do it for show, Somalia
to know (what) [Chorus] You just know it, don'tcha know it, don'tcha Know she ain't got nothin on you You just know it, don'tcha know it, don'tcha Cause
angel So don't tell me you don't know what you see When you're looking at a motherfucker just like me I'm a provider girl I said don't tell me you
Now there are seven kinds of Coke 500 kinds of cigarettes This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy But in Acapulco Well they don't give a damn
tape Because its gon jam but I'm losing respect, my music can't hang Around Z-Ro, just till we praying, I really don't know All I can say, that I don't
facilities, living raw sharing a cell with the niggas that I whupped on in the free world but ain't a god damn thing changed I'm still breaking a jaw Ain't
lost my tweeter To your pussycats Do you call your pistols 'gats'? Don't sleep her love away Don't let her run away Don't sleep her love away Don't
t suitable Stick with liquid me and trick we've drop A paper which you use my tongue to lick with Tricky Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my
fuckin apologized) I swear I'll never call you bitch again (I ain't mean to call you a bitch) I'll never call you bitch again [Verse One: 2Pac] Damn -
couldn't touch ya so I planned, your misery The nigga you don't wanna see [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Stuck in my cell, the pen ain't nothing like the country
again You ain't fucking with me remember I ain't hate you I swear I'll never call you bitch again I just wanna say that uh, I fucking apologize I didn't
] Damn.. IF you really want it You like that? Yeah If you really want it [Left Eye] Rock, your body body, rock your body Rock, your body body, rock your body [2Pac] Don
t touch her so I planned your misery The nigga you don't wanna see [Chorus + J. Valentine's harmonizing] [2Pac] Stuck in my cell The pen ain't nuttin