Trouble R. City (Ft. Jarren Benton)

[Hook]
Whenever they came around
Mama said "come inside right now"
She don't want me playing with the kids on the playground
They're trouble, trouble, trouble
So much trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh they're trouble
So much trouble,so much trouble

[Verse 1]
Get down or get laid down
Fuck up out my face now
VI 'til I die , bust 'til I represent for that A town
You ain't heard what your mama said?
"Get your ass off the playground!"
Super soakers no water in them, bullet shells all over the place (bloww!)
Raised right up the street
'Bout 15 minutes from the beach
Ain't no white sand in my neighborhood, just dope boys tryin' to eat
Plus your daddy ain't never been there
Real life that be
So who the hell you think is our role models when all that we see is
Thugs carrying heat
Enemies on the creep
Hanging out with the wrong niggas, now you in too deep
Can't rely on the cops cause they do most the crime in the streets
Little kids with big guns sold to them by the police
Fast dance little girls growing up to be hood rats
Bad ass teenage boys up to no good, that...
Same shit repeats every day in the hood
That's the reason why when most leave, they don't ever look back
Yeah