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