G.I.Joe boy, monkey suit man Shamu, five O, flatfoot motherfucker Make less money than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck, squeal, squeal, squeal
type to sing all night but, aah Sitting on your bed being balanced on your head, rolling back those fears The loose lipped trouble dutch double on the monkey
-monkey, monkey Monkey business slippin' on the track Monkey business jungle in black Ain't your business If I got no monkey on my back Monkey business
needed too? Hey monkey, where you been? This lonely spiral I've been in Hey monkey, when can we begin? Hey monkey, where you been? Hey monkey, where you been? Hey monkey
to see the world i'm a smoky man like the dream of an old and happy monk with a three scoop ice cream cone in his hand he feels alone no work, no job, no trouble
submarines in the area" [Chorus: 2x] Draft me! I wanna fight for my country Jump in a humvee and murder those monkeys! Draft me! I'm too dedicated to
lady live and what time you be there Go scope out ya ride Follow ya to work and bring that heat Duck and woo from this fuckin' fool Monkey see, monkey
When Jack Frost came for Christmas With a brass monkey date The rail king and the scarecrow Hopped a Florida freight And they blew on their paper cups
God There'll be trouble when the kidz come out There will be lots for them to talk about There'll be trouble when the kidz come out When the kidz come
of Squarians Who keep me on shuffle Knowing I'm gon' win This is game 6, 4th quarter, Dallas in a huddle 16 years old, you woulda found me in some trouble
better day getting money no drugs found a better way No more shootin and fighting. posed in alley ways Running from cops throwing rocks in gang ways Remember getting monkey
That's how you do well check it this is how I do Chorus Verse two: I'm sittin on c-h, r-o-m-e Sippin brass monkey, digga got the remi Martin I'm startin
mic in my hand and the crowd in stands It's as good as grand like that I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble And to Trouble T-Roy
I'm walking down the street I see a dime I pick it up I'm watching vendor's there I drop it in his monkey's cup I'm just a country boy the city don't
Trouble, more trouble can you get anymore Slow bubble boiling on the bedroom floor Lonely ain't lonely, someone calling at the door Someone lovely and
and the crowd in stands (stands) It's as good as grand like that (that) I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to mc trouble and to Um...trouble
like the monkeys Are holding on tight, say hello to darkness Looks like the Chinaman's reelin' you in Looks like the horse is gonna win Looks like the monkeys
I'm straight Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books, ooh You missin' somethin' of value We have you, got you Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin' Nobody knows the trouble