Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trouble!, artist - Fat Boys.
Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Song language: English
Trouble! |
Artist: The Fat Boys |
Album: On And On |
Song: Trouble |
Verse One: Kool Rock Ski |
Well, I’m a calm, collected guy |
And I’m never in trouble, so, now you know why |
At times I just get this urge |
To just kill this guy that keeps irking my nerves! |
Markie Dee: |
Yo, you sound like a murderer! |
Kool Rock: |
Yo, I’m cool and I’d never do a thing to hurt ya |
But, if you was in my shoes |
And a guy was that stupid, what the hell would you do? |
Always callin' you a chump |
Talkin' 'bout your girl, your mother and all types of junk |
A low down disturbing pest |
But, as of now, I’m gonna pluck this pest off my chest |
Mark: |
Whatcha gonna do, Rock? |
Kool Rock: |
Well, I don’t know but I’ll think of somethin', know what I’m sayin'? |
Mark: |
Well, I think you better think on the double |
Don’t look now 'cause here comes trouble |
Chorus: Buff Love |
Trouble! |
Here comes trouble |
Verse Two: Kool Rock Ski |
Well, here he comes, walkin' down the street |
Standing about, well, 6 foot 3 |
A muscular brother, big like a giant |
Mark: |
Is he realy that big? |
Kool: |
Hey, yo, I ain’t lyin' |
Mark: |
Rock, you better run, run quick like lightning! |
Kool: |
Wait up, you buggin', I hold my ground when I’m fighting |
Treat him like a stepchild |
Hit him in the lip, I fight like a rat, who’s scared when I get wild? |
But let me think for a moment |
Do I really wanna go through that with my opponet |
Thinkin' about the things he did |
Broke my teeth, took my money, when I was a kid |
The hell with it! |
Bring on that sucker |
And I’ll go head up with that dumb mother |
Mark: |
Yo, Rock, man, get yourself together |
Take a deep breath 'cause here comes trouble |
Repeat Chorus |
Verse Three: Kool Rock Ski |
Well, it’s time for the showdown |
Gonna be a throwdown |
And when it’s over somebody gotta go down |
It’s a shame it came down to this |
But it’s time I got rid of this pestilence |
Heart is beatin', beatin' real quick |
'Cause sooner or later, some blood is gonna drip |
Whether it’s mines or his |
Well, anyway, back to the fight! |
Listen up! |
Bust it |
The crowd then gathered around |
To see the Rock get pound to the ground |
He threw a left hook straight to the jaw |
It was the hardest punch I ever felt before |
I retaliated with a kidney shot |
A left to the ribs and went to the top |
The top of the head, that is! |
He took a fall |
And that’s the end of: (trouble) |
Repeat Chorus: Buff Love |