Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trouble! , by - Fat Boys. Release date: 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 |