Released on November 23, 2001

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[Verse 1: B-Real]

It's been awhile now, been around the block many miles

Many faces, many places, that I found friends

Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam

Places I could call home, places I could get stoned

I just wanna be alone when I'm feelin' in my zone

People want to knock me down, 'cause they never have their own

They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly

Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you 'posed to be?

Used to 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 peace 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 fuck 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

[Chorus: B Real + Sen]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?


[Verse 2: Sen Dog]

Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' 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 pit

Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned

A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn

I try to put it to you bluntly so you bitches can learn

That nobody get tired when it's time to burn

With so many phonies out there lot of you have been fooled

Into actually believin' that some shit is cool

Take the blinders off and go look for yourself

Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else

I'm down for myself, I back up myself

Put in all on the line make sure that I'm felt

[Chorus: B Real + Sen]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

[B-Real] Nooooo!

*scratching interlude*


[Verse 3: B-Real]

Felt the walls closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin

Had to be the biggest clown, man 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, anxious just 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 froggy, 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 shit, you ain't gonna take me there

You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear

[Chorus: B Real + Sen]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?


[Outro: B-Real]

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?

You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?