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

[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]