Trouble (Remix) DJ Quik (Ft. Suga Free)

[Intro: Chucky]
Ayo
We flyin' high speed
Boss major league
Smokin' high-grade weed
West Coast, baby
Where we bubble it's like this
"Bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub"

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Ayy, Shemar Moore said I'm doing the Crip Walk
(Crip Walk? Ah, you clowinin')
I shoulda smeared off his lip gloss
Keep it Compton, 'cause gangstas just ain't meanin' a thang
When y'all can come comercialize it with R&B singers
Sucker, I took speedknots, dumped with these rocks
Hit with these Glocks, tell them niggas I'm not
Pimpin' down to the bone, stuff in my dog tags
Gangsta broomstick that I'm stuffin' in y'all fags
'Cause everybody wanna be 'Pac
But dont nobody wanna fill them shoes before they feel them shots
And Mausberg is the realest (Forever)
But all it took was a punk, couple of coward's bullets to close his book
So fuck it
FTPD, that's what we yellin'
Dump ten times with a nine and keep bailin'
What can y'all do? What you already could?
Beat me down, drag me up and drop me in a Crip hood?
I'm trouble