Artist : Cypress Hill
Track  : Trouble
Album  : Stoned Raiders
Tabber : David Vega Gonzalez alias « El Padrino » 
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1)[B-Real] 
It's been a while now 
Been around the block many miles 
Many faces, many places 
that I found ?friend's? traces 
Where I spend time, places where my roam 
Places I can call home 
Places I can get stoned 
I just wanna be alone 
When I'm feelin' in my zone 
People want to knock me down 
'cos they never have their own 
They won't get the best of me 
But they try hopelessly 
Why you wanna *** wit' me? 
I'm not, what you s'posed to be? 
You could not give a DAMN 
Coulda just Killed A Man 
Sawed off in my hand 
But I had to kill the plan 
Think I've found my piece of mind 
Feet planted on the ground 
I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself 
It all goes around me and others who would down me 
Who I don't give a *** about, Trouble always found me, 
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide, 
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE! 

2)[Sen Dog] 
Trouble on the line, all the ***in' time 
Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind 
Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter 
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter 
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists 
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen 
Like the critics talkin' ***, but I'm not concerned 
A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn 
I try to put it to you (?) so you bitches can learn 
That no-body get tired when it's time to burn 
With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled 
In to actually believin' that some *** is cool 
Take the blinders off and go look for yourself 
*** hearin' about *** from somebody else 
I'm down for myself, I back up myself 
Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT! 

3)[B-Real] 
Look, the wall's closin' in 
and my shoe's wearin' thin 
Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend 
Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same 
Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain" 
But I know I haven't changed 
So I brush you to the side 
Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside 
'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out 
Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out 
Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk 
If you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump 
I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise 
I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise 
I'm not fallin' for your ***, you ain't gonna take me there 
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?) 

Chorus:
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL! 
You want trouble, c'mon, 
You want trouble? 
You want trouble, c'mon 
You want trouble?"