[{"id":31795113,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'Cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nAnd my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nChorus:\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.39] B-Real:\n[00:29.81] It's been a while now\n[00:30.10] Been around the block many miles\n[00:30.32] Many faces, many places\n[00:30.59] That I found friends\n[00:32.26] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:33.52] Places I can call home\n[00:33.93] Places I can get stoned\n[00:34.15] I just wanna be alone\n[00:34.21] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:34.41] People want to knock me down\n[00:34.64] 'Cos they never have their own\n[00:34.71] They won't get the best of me\n[00:34.94] But they try hopelessly\n[00:35.83] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:36.37] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:36.62] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:36.83] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:37.02] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:37.53] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:37.81] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:38.05] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:38.29] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:38.50] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:38.98] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[00:39.58] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[00:39.95] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[00:40.65] Chorus:\n[00:41.39] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[00:41.94] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[00:43.11] You want trouble?\n[00:44.19] You want trouble, c'mon\n[00:44.95] You want trouble?\n[00:45.42] Sen Dog:\n[00:45.82] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:39.14] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:40.68] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.04] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.98] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:49.24] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:53.14] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:53.49] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:53.69] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[01:53.75] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[01:53.94] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[01:54.11] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[01:54.23] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[01:54.46] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[01:54.55] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[01:54.75] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[01:54.80] Chorus:\n[01:55.06] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:55.10] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:55.39] You want trouble?\n[01:55.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:55.68] You want trouble?\n[01:55.87] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[01:55.92] B-Real:\n[01:56.12] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[01:56.37] And my shoe's wearin' thin\n[01:56.56] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[01:57.54] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[01:57.76] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[01:57.91] But I know I haven't changed\n[01:58.16] So I brush you to the side\n[01:58.38] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[01:58.56] 'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[01:58.75] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[01:58.93] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[01:59.14] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[01:59.30] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[01:59.58] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[01:59.74] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[01:59.99] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[02:00.13] Chorus:\n[02:00.38] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:00.41] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[02:00.66] You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n[02:00.75] B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:00.96] You want trouble?\n[02:01.12] (Repeat 4x)\n[02:01.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 29810\n- text: It's been a while now\n  start_ms: 29810\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Been around the block many miles\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Many faces, many places\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: That I found friends\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: Places I can call home\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 33930\n- text: Places I can get stoned\n  start_ms: 33930\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: I just wanna be alone\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  start_ms: 34210\n  end_ms: 34410\n- text: People want to knock me down\n  start_ms: 34410\n  end_ms: 34640\n- text: '''Cos they never have their own'\n  start_ms: 34640\n  end_ms: 34710\n- text: They won't get the best of me\n  start_ms: 34710\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: But they try hopelessly\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 35830\n- text: Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  start_ms: 35830\n  end_ms: 36370\n- text: I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  start_ms: 36370\n  end_ms: 36620\n- text: You could not give a DAMN\n  start_ms: 36620\n  end_ms: 36830\n- text: Coulda just Killed A Man\n  start_ms: 36830\n  end_ms: 37020\n- text: Sawn off in my hand\n  start_ms: 37020\n  end_ms: 37530\n- text: But I had to kill the plan\n  start_ms: 37530\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: Think I've found my piece of mind\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 38050\n- text: Feet planted on the ground\n  start_ms: 38050\n  end_ms: 38290\n- text: I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  start_ms: 38290\n  end_ms: 38500\n- text: It all goes 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C''mon'\n  start_ms: 120410\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 120750\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 120750\n  end_ms: 120960\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 120960\n  end_ms: 121120\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 121120\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 121250\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'Cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  And my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":7688483,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best of Cypress Hill","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'Cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nAnd my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nChorus:\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.39] B-Real:\n[00:29.81] It's been a while now\n[00:30.10] Been around the block many miles\n[00:30.32] Many faces, many places\n[00:30.59] That I found friends\n[00:32.26] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:33.52] Places I can call home\n[00:33.93] Places I can get stoned\n[00:34.15] I just wanna be alone\n[00:34.21] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:34.41] People want to knock me down\n[00:34.64] 'Cos they never have their own\n[00:34.71] They won't get the best of me\n[00:34.94] But they try hopelessly\n[00:35.83] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:36.37] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:36.62] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:36.83] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:37.02] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:37.53] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:37.81] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:38.05] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:38.29] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:38.50] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:38.98] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[00:39.58] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[00:39.95] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[00:40.65] Chorus:\n[00:41.39] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[00:41.94] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[00:43.11] You want trouble?\n[00:44.19] You want trouble, c'mon\n[00:44.95] You want trouble?\n[00:45.42] Sen Dog:\n[00:45.82] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:39.14] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:40.68] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.04] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.98] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:49.24] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:53.14] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:53.49] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:53.69] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[01:53.75] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[01:53.94] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[01:54.11] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[01:54.23] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[01:54.46] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[01:54.55] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[01:54.75] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[01:54.80] Chorus:\n[01:55.06] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:55.10] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:55.39] You want trouble?\n[01:55.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:55.68] You want trouble?\n[01:55.87] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[01:55.92] B-Real:\n[01:56.12] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[01:56.37] And my shoe's wearin' thin\n[01:56.56] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[01:57.54] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[01:57.76] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[01:57.91] But I know I haven't changed\n[01:58.16] So I brush you to the side\n[01:58.38] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[01:58.56] 'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[01:58.75] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[01:58.93] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[01:59.14] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[01:59.30] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[01:59.58] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[01:59.74] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[01:59.99] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[02:00.13] Chorus:\n[02:00.38] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:00.41] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[02:00.66] You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n[02:00.75] B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:00.96] You want trouble?\n[02:01.12] (Repeat 4x)\n[02:01.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best of Cypress Hill'\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 29810\n- text: It's been a while now\n  start_ms: 29810\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Been around the block many miles\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Many faces, many places\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: That I found friends\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: Places I can call home\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 33930\n- text: Places I can get stoned\n  start_ms: 33930\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: I just wanna be alone\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  start_ms: 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C''mon'\n  start_ms: 120410\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 120750\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 120750\n  end_ms: 120960\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 120960\n  end_ms: 121120\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 121120\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 121250\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'Cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  And my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":36246514,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (1)","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'Cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nAnd my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nChorus:\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.39] B-Real:\n[00:29.81] It's been a while now\n[00:30.10] Been around the block many miles\n[00:30.32] Many faces, many places\n[00:30.59] That I found friends\n[00:32.26] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:33.52] Places I can call home\n[00:33.93] Places I can get stoned\n[00:34.15] I just wanna be alone\n[00:34.21] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:34.41] People want to knock me down\n[00:34.64] 'Cos they never have their own\n[00:34.71] They won't get the best of me\n[00:34.94] But they try hopelessly\n[00:35.83] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:36.37] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:36.62] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:36.83] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:37.02] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:37.53] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:37.81] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:38.05] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:38.29] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:38.50] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:38.98] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[00:39.58] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[00:39.95] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[00:40.65] Chorus:\n[00:41.39] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[00:41.94] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[00:43.11] You want trouble?\n[00:44.19] You want trouble, c'mon\n[00:44.95] You want trouble?\n[00:45.42] Sen Dog:\n[00:45.82] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:39.14] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:40.68] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.04] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.98] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:49.24] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:53.14] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:53.49] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:53.69] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[01:53.75] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[01:53.94] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[01:54.11] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[01:54.23] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[01:54.46] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[01:54.55] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[01:54.75] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[01:54.80] Chorus:\n[01:55.06] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:55.10] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:55.39] You want trouble?\n[01:55.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:55.68] You want trouble?\n[01:55.87] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[01:55.92] B-Real:\n[01:56.12] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[01:56.37] And my shoe's wearin' thin\n[01:56.56] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[01:57.54] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[01:57.76] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[01:57.91] But I know I haven't changed\n[01:58.16] So I brush you to the side\n[01:58.38] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[01:58.56] 'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[01:58.75] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[01:58.93] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[01:59.14] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[01:59.30] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[01:59.58] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[01:59.74] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[01:59.99] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[02:00.13] Chorus:\n[02:00.38] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:00.41] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[02:00.66] You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n[02:00.75] B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:00.96] You want trouble?\n[02:01.12] (Repeat 4x)\n[02:01.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (1)'\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 29810\n- text: It's been a while now\n  start_ms: 29810\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Been around the block many miles\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Many faces, many places\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: That I found friends\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: Places I can call home\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 33930\n- text: Places I can get stoned\n  start_ms: 33930\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: I just wanna be alone\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  start_ms: 34210\n  end_ms: 34410\n- text: People want to knock me down\n  start_ms: 34410\n  end_ms: 34640\n- text: '''Cos they never have their own'\n  start_ms: 34640\n  end_ms: 34710\n- text: They won't get the best of me\n  start_ms: 34710\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: But they try hopelessly\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 35830\n- text: Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  start_ms: 35830\n  end_ms: 36370\n- text: I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  start_ms: 36370\n  end_ms: 36620\n- text: You could not give a DAMN\n  start_ms: 36620\n  end_ms: 36830\n- text: Coulda just Killed A Man\n  start_ms: 36830\n  end_ms: 37020\n- text: Sawn off in my hand\n  start_ms: 37020\n  end_ms: 37530\n- text: But I had to kill the plan\n  start_ms: 37530\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: Think I've found my piece of mind\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 38050\n- text: Feet planted on the ground\n  start_ms: 38050\n  end_ms: 38290\n- text: I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  start_ms: 38290\n  end_ms: 38500\n- 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end_ms: 114230\n- text: Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  start_ms: 114230\n  end_ms: 114460\n- text: Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  start_ms: 114460\n  end_ms: 114550\n- text: I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  start_ms: 114550\n  end_ms: 114750\n- text: Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n  start_ms: 114750\n  end_ms: 114800\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 114800\n  end_ms: 115060\n- text: NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 115060\n  end_ms: 115100\n- text: You want trouble, c'mon,\n  start_ms: 115100\n  end_ms: 115390\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 115390\n  end_ms: 115560\n- text: You want trouble, c'mon\n  start_ms: 115560\n  end_ms: 115680\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 115680\n  end_ms: 115870\n- text: 'B-Real: Nooooo!'\n  start_ms: 115870\n  end_ms: 115920\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 115920\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: Look, the wall's closin' in\n  start_ms: 116120\n  end_ms: 116370\n- text: And my shoe's 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119140\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 119580\n- text: I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  start_ms: 119580\n  end_ms: 119740\n- text: I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  start_ms: 119740\n  end_ms: 119990\n- text: You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n  start_ms: 119990\n  end_ms: 120130\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 120130\n  end_ms: 120380\n- text: NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 120380\n  end_ms: 120410\n- text: '{You want trouble right now? C''mon'\n  start_ms: 120410\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 120750\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 120750\n  end_ms: 120960\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 120960\n  end_ms: 121120\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 121120\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 121250\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'Cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  And my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":39203368,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Trouble","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-Real]\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found ?friend's? traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just want to be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'cause they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you want to fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawed off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about,\nTrouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[Chorus 1: x2]\nNo, TROUBLE'S NOT MY goal!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n[Sen Dog]\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you ? so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[Chorus 1: x2]\n[B-Real]\nNo!\n[B-Real]\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nand my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't want to have to talk\nIf you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)\n[Chorus 1: x2]\n[Chorus 2: x4]\nNo, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!\nYou want trouble right now?\nc'mon\nYou want trouble right now?\nc'mon\n[B-Real: x4]\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Trouble\n  duration_ms: 266329\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [B-Real]\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found ?friend's? traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just want to be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'cause they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you want to fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawed off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about,\n  Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY goal!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  [Sen Dog]\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you ? so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  [B-Real]\n  No!\n  [B-Real]\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't want to have to talk\n  If you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  [Chorus 2: x4]\n  No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!\n  You want trouble right now?\n  c'mon\n  You want trouble right now?\n  c'mon\n  [B-Real: x4]\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n"},{"id":14348248,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill Disc 1","duration":300.59102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nthat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nand my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nChorus:\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.39] B-Real:\n[00:29.81] It's been a while now\n[00:30.10] Been around the block many miles\n[00:30.32] Many faces, many places\n[00:30.59] that I found friends\n[00:32.26] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:33.52] Places I can call home\n[00:33.93] Places I can get stoned\n[00:34.15] I just wanna be alone\n[00:34.21] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:34.41] People want to knock me down\n[00:34.64] 'cos they never have their own\n[00:34.71] They won't get the best of me\n[00:34.94] But they try hopelessly\n[00:35.83] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:36.37] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:36.62] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:36.83] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:37.02] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:37.53] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:37.81] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:38.05] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:38.29] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:38.50] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:38.98] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[00:39.58] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[00:39.95] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[00:40.65] Chorus:\n[00:41.39] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[00:41.94] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[00:43.11] You want trouble?\n[00:44.19] You want trouble, c'mon\n[00:44.95] You want trouble?\n[00:45.42] Sen Dog:\n[00:45.82] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:39.14] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:40.68] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.04] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.98] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:49.24] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:53.14] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:53.49] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:53.69] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[01:53.75] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[01:53.94] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[01:54.11] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[01:54.23] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[01:54.46] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[01:54.55] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[01:54.75] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[01:54.80] Chorus:\n[01:55.06] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:55.10] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:55.39] You want trouble?\n[01:55.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:55.68] You want trouble?\n[01:55.87] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[01:55.92] B-Real:\n[01:56.12] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[01:56.37] and my shoe's wearin' thin\n[01:56.56] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[01:57.54] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[01:57.76] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[01:57.91] But I know I haven't changed\n[01:58.16] So I brush you to the side\n[01:58.38] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[01:58.56] 'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[01:58.75] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[01:58.93] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[01:59.14] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[01:59.30] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[01:59.58] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[01:59.74] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[01:59.99] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[02:00.13] Chorus:\n[02:00.38] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:00.41] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[02:00.66] You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n[02:00.75] B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:00.96] You want trouble?\n[02:01.12] (Repeat 4x)\n[02:01.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill Disc 1'\n  duration_ms: 300591\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 29810\n- text: It's been a while now\n  start_ms: 29810\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Been around the block many miles\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Many faces, many places\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: that I found friends\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: Places I can call home\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 33930\n- text: Places I can get stoned\n  start_ms: 33930\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: I just wanna be alone\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  start_ms: 34210\n  end_ms: 34410\n- text: People want to knock me down\n  start_ms: 34410\n  end_ms: 34640\n- text: '''cos they never have their own'\n  start_ms: 34640\n  end_ms: 34710\n- text: They won't get the best of me\n  start_ms: 34710\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: But they try hopelessly\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 35830\n- text: Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  start_ms: 35830\n  end_ms: 36370\n- text: I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  start_ms: 36370\n  end_ms: 36620\n- text: You could not give a DAMN\n  start_ms: 36620\n  end_ms: 36830\n- text: Coulda just Killed A Man\n  start_ms: 36830\n  end_ms: 37020\n- text: Sawn off in my hand\n  start_ms: 37020\n  end_ms: 37530\n- text: But I had to kill the plan\n  start_ms: 37530\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: Think I've found my piece of mind\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 38050\n- text: Feet planted on the ground\n  start_ms: 38050\n  end_ms: 38290\n- text: I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  start_ms: 38290\n  end_ms: 38500\n- text: It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  start_ms: 38500\n  end_ms: 38980\n- text: Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  start_ms: 38980\n  end_ms: 39580\n- text: I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  start_ms: 39580\n  end_ms: 39950\n- text: Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n  start_ms: 39950\n  end_ms: 40650\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 40650\n  end_ms: 41390\n- text: NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 41390\n  end_ms: 41940\n- text: You want trouble, c'mon,\n  start_ms: 41940\n  end_ms: 43110\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 43110\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: You want trouble, c'mon\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 44950\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 44950\n  end_ms: 45420\n- text: 'Sen Dog:'\n  start_ms: 45420\n  end_ms: 45820\n- text: Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  start_ms: 45820\n  end_ms: 99140\n- text: Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  start_ms: 99140\n  end_ms: 100680\n- text: Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  start_ms: 100680\n  end_ms: 104040\n- text: I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  start_ms: 104040\n  end_ms: 107980\n- text: Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  start_ms: 107980\n  end_ms: 109240\n- text: You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  start_ms: 109240\n  end_ms: 113140\n- text: Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  start_ms: 113140\n  end_ms: 113490\n- text: A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  start_ms: 113490\n  end_ms: 113690\n- text: I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  start_ms: 113690\n  end_ms: 113750\n- text: That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  start_ms: 113750\n  end_ms: 113940\n- text: With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  start_ms: 113940\n  end_ms: 114110\n- text: In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  start_ms: 114110\n  end_ms: 114230\n- text: Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  start_ms: 114230\n  end_ms: 114460\n- text: Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  start_ms: 114460\n  end_ms: 114550\n- text: I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  start_ms: 114550\n  end_ms: 114750\n- text: Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n  start_ms: 114750\n  end_ms: 114800\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 114800\n  end_ms: 115060\n- text: NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 115060\n  end_ms: 115100\n- text: You want trouble, c'mon,\n  start_ms: 115100\n  end_ms: 115390\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 115390\n  end_ms: 115560\n- text: You want trouble, c'mon\n  start_ms: 115560\n  end_ms: 115680\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 115680\n  end_ms: 115870\n- text: 'B-Real: Nooooo!'\n  start_ms: 115870\n  end_ms: 115920\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 115920\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: Look, the wall's closin' in\n  start_ms: 116120\n  end_ms: 116370\n- text: and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  start_ms: 116370\n  end_ms: 116560\n- text: Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  start_ms: 116560\n  end_ms: 117540\n- text: Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  start_ms: 117540\n  end_ms: 117760\n- text: Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  start_ms: 117760\n  end_ms: 117910\n- text: But I know I haven't changed\n  start_ms: 117910\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: So I brush you to the side\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 118380\n- text: Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  start_ms: 118380\n  end_ms: 118560\n- text: '''times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out'\n  start_ms: 118560\n  end_ms: 118750\n- text: Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  start_ms: 118750\n  end_ms: 118930\n- text: Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  start_ms: 118930\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 119580\n- text: I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  start_ms: 119580\n  end_ms: 119740\n- text: I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  start_ms: 119740\n  end_ms: 119990\n- text: You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n  start_ms: 119990\n  end_ms: 120130\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 120130\n  end_ms: 120380\n- text: NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 120380\n  end_ms: 120410\n- text: '{You want trouble right now? C''mon'\n  start_ms: 120410\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 120750\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 120750\n  end_ms: 120960\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 120960\n  end_ms: 121120\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 121120\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 121250\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  that I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":23861287,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Trouble Lowrider","duration":266.3967232,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-Real]\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found ?friend's? traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just want to be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'cause they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you want to fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawed off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about,\nTrouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[Chorus 1: x2]\nNo, TROUBLE'S NOT MY goal!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n[Sen Dog]\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you ? so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[Chorus 1: x2]\n[B-Real]\nNo!\n[B-Real]\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nand my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't want to have to talk\nIf you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)\n[Chorus 1: x2]\n[Chorus 2: x4]\nNo, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!\nYou want trouble right now?\nc'mon\nYou want trouble right now?\nc'mon\n[B-Real: x4]\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Trouble Lowrider\n  duration_ms: 266397\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [B-Real]\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found ?friend's? traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just want to be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'cause they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you want to fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawed off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about,\n  Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY goal!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  [Sen Dog]\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you ? so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  [B-Real]\n  No!\n  [B-Real]\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't want to have to talk\n  If you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  [Chorus 2: x4]\n  No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!\n  You want trouble right now?\n  c'mon\n  You want trouble right now?\n  c'mon\n  [B-Real: x4]\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n"},{"id":28139641,"name":"Trouble (Explicit LP Version)","trackName":"Trouble (Explicit LP Version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'Cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nAnd my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? 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C''mon'\n  start_ms: 245420\n  end_ms: 246590\n- text: You want trouble right now? 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C''mon'\n  start_ms: 245420\n  end_ms: 246590\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 246590\n  end_ms: 251030\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 251030\n  end_ms: 262520\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 262520\n  end_ms: 263670\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 263670\n  end_ms: 269790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269790\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'Cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  And my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":7688858,"name":"Trouble (radio edit)","trackName":"Trouble (radio edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Trouble / Lowrider","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\nI just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\nYou did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\nSawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\nIt all goes around me, and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\nI know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\nI try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\nThat nobody get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\nInto actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\nBut I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (radio edit)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Trouble / Lowrider\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\n  I just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\n  You did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\n  Sawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\n  It all goes around me, and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\n  I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\n  I try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\n  That nobody get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\n  Into actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\n  But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n"},{"id":35974298,"name":"Trouble (radio edit)","trackName":"Trouble (radio edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Trouble / Lowrider","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\nI just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\nYou did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\nSawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\nIt all goes around me, and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\nI know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\nI try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\nThat nobody get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\nInto actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\nBut I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (radio edit)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Trouble / Lowrider\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\n  I just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\n  You did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\n  Sawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\n  It all goes around me, and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\n  I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\n  I try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\n  That nobody get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\n  Into actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\n  But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n"},{"id":7688853,"name":"Trouble (Explicit LP version)","trackName":"Trouble (Explicit LP version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Lowrider / Trouble","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'Cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nAnd my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.76] B-Real:\n[00:27.30] It's been a while now\n[00:28.17] Been around the block many miles\n[00:29.83] Many faces, many places\n[00:31.56] That I found friends\n[00:32.37] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:34.01] Places I can call home\n[00:35.49] Places I can get stoned\n[00:37.13] I just wanna be alone\n[00:40.42] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:41.27] People want to knock me down\n[00:42.12] 'Cos they never have their own\n[00:44.03] They won't get the best of me\n[00:45.44] But they try hopelessly\n[00:46.53] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:48.29] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:49.69] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:51.09] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:52.96] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:53.86] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:54.63] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:55.44] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:56.34] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:58.22] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:59.17] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[01:02.48] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[01:10.50] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[01:13.34] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:19.41] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:21.47] You want trouble?\n[01:22.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:23.37] You want trouble?\n[01:35.37] Sen Dog:\n[01:36.23] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:37.00] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:41.23] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.50] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.32] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:50.73] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:52.94] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:55.74] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:58.81] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[02:01.56] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[02:04.38] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[02:07.16] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[02:09.70] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[02:12.78] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[02:15.85] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[02:18.88] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[02:21.64] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:28.02] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[02:29.13] You want trouble?\n[02:30.58] You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:31.97] You want trouble?\n[02:44.84] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[02:59.96] B-Real:\n[03:06.85] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[03:07.94] And my shoe's wearin' thin\n[03:09.60] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[03:12.16] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[03:15.21] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[03:18.27] But I know I haven't changed\n[03:19.93] So I brush you to the side\n[03:21.08] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[03:24.11] 'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[03:26.94] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[03:29.72] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[03:32.51] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[03:35.56] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[03:38.66] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[03:41.45] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[03:45.31] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[03:47.57] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[04:05.42] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[04:06.59] You want trouble right now? 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C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":15985494,"name":"Trouble (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Trouble (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Lowrider Trouble Cdm","duration":266.378083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\nI just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\nYou did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\nSawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\nIt all goes around me, and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\nI know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\nI try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\nThat nobody get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\nInto actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\nBut I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Lowrider Trouble Cdm\n  duration_ms: 266378\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\n  I just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\n  You did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\n  Sawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\n  It all goes around me, and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\n  I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\n  I try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\n  That nobody get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\n  Into actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\n  But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? 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C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\nI try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\nThat nobody get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\nInto actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? 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C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? 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C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\n  I try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\n  That nobody get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\n  Into actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\n  But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? 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C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? 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218660\n- text: I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  start_ms: 218660\n  end_ms: 221450\n- text: I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  start_ms: 221450\n  end_ms: 225310\n- text: You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n  start_ms: 225310\n  end_ms: 227570\n- text: NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 227570\n  end_ms: 245420\n- text: '{You want trouble right now? C''mon'\n  start_ms: 245420\n  end_ms: 246590\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 246590\n  end_ms: 251030\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 251030\n  end_ms: 262520\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 262520\n  end_ms: 263670\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 263670\n  end_ms: 269790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269790\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  that I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":25688602,"name":"Trouble (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Trouble (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Trouble / Lowrider (Columbia COL 6719291)","duration":266.684082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\nI just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\nYou did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\nSawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\nIt all goes around me, and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\nI know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\nI try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\nThat nobody get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\nInto actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\nBut I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Trouble / Lowrider (Columbia COL 6719291)\n  duration_ms: 266684\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\n  I just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\n  You did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\n  Sawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\n  It all goes around me, and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\n  I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\n  I try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\n  That nobody get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\n  Into actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\n  But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n"},{"id":27895584,"name":"Trouble (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Trouble (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Trouble / Lowrider (Columbia 672166 5)","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\nI just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\nYou did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\nSawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\nIt all goes around me, and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\nI know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\nI try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\nThat nobody get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\nInto actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\nBut I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nNo, trouble's at my door\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n(You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\nYou want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Trouble / Lowrider (Columbia 672166 5)\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's been a while now, been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home, places I can get stoned\n\n  I just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be\n\n  You did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man\n  Sawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n\n  It all goes around me, and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me\n  I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter\n\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n\n  I try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn\n  That nobody get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled\n  Into actually believin', that some shit is cool\n\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain\n\n  But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out\n\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump\n\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n  (You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  No, trouble's at my door\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n  (You want trouble right now? C'mon)\n\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n  You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?\n"},{"id":16177409,"name":"Cypress Hill - Trouble","trackName":"Cypress Hill - Trouble","artistName":"Hardplace","albumName":"Hardcore Rock Tracks","duration":300.22525,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nthat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nand my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nChorus:\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.39] B-Real:\n[00:29.81] It's been a while now\n[00:30.10] Been around the block many miles\n[00:30.32] Many faces, many places\n[00:30.59] that I found friends\n[00:32.26] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:33.52] Places I can call home\n[00:33.93] Places I can get stoned\n[00:34.15] I just wanna be alone\n[00:34.21] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:34.41] People want to knock me down\n[00:34.64] 'cos they never have their own\n[00:34.71] They won't get the best of me\n[00:34.94] But they try hopelessly\n[00:35.83] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:36.37] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:36.62] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:36.83] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:37.02] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:37.53] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:37.81] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:38.05] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:38.29] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:38.50] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:38.98] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[00:39.58] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[00:39.95] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[00:40.65] Chorus:\n[00:41.39] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[00:41.94] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[00:43.11] You want trouble?\n[00:44.19] You want trouble, c'mon\n[00:44.95] You want trouble?\n[00:45.42] Sen Dog:\n[00:45.82] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:39.14] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:40.68] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.04] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.98] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:49.24] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:53.14] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:53.49] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:53.69] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[01:53.75] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[01:53.94] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[01:54.11] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[01:54.23] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[01:54.46] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[01:54.55] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[01:54.75] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[01:54.80] Chorus:\n[01:55.06] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:55.10] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:55.39] You want trouble?\n[01:55.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:55.68] You want trouble?\n[01:55.87] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[01:55.92] B-Real:\n[01:56.12] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[01:56.37] and my shoe's wearin' thin\n[01:56.56] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[01:57.54] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[01:57.76] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[01:57.91] But I know I haven't changed\n[01:58.16] So I brush you to the side\n[01:58.38] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[01:58.56] 'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[01:58.75] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[01:58.93] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[01:59.14] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[01:59.30] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[01:59.58] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[01:59.74] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[01:59.99] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[02:00.13] Chorus:\n[02:00.38] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:00.41] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[02:00.66] You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n[02:00.75] B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:00.96] You want trouble?\n[02:01.12] (Repeat 4x)\n[02:01.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cypress Hill - Trouble\n  artist: Hardplace\n  album: Hardcore Rock Tracks\n  duration_ms: 300225\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 29810\n- text: It's been a while now\n  start_ms: 29810\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Been around the block many miles\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Many faces, many places\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: that I found friends\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: Places I can call home\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 33930\n- text: Places I can get stoned\n  start_ms: 33930\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: I just wanna be alone\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  start_ms: 34210\n  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C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":777691,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B-Real]\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found ?friend's? traces\nWhere I spend time, places where my roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just want to be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'cause they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you want to fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawed off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about,\nTrouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[Chorus 1: x2]\nNo, TROUBLE'S NOT MY goal!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n[Sen Dog]\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\nLike the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you ? so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[Chorus 1: x2]\n[B-Real]\nNo!\n[B-Real]\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nand my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside\nTimes I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't want to have to talk\nIf you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)\n[Chorus 1: x2]\n[Chorus 2: x4]\nNo, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!\nYou want trouble right now?\nc'mon\nYou want trouble right now?\nc'mon\n[B-Real: x4]\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [B-Real]\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found ?friend's? traces\n  Where I spend time, places where my roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just want to be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'cause they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you want to fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawed off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about,\n  Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY goal!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  [Sen Dog]\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen\n  Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you ? so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  [B-Real]\n  No!\n  [B-Real]\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside\n  Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't want to have to talk\n  If you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)\n  [Chorus 1: x2]\n  [Chorus 2: x4]\n  No, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!\n  You want trouble right now?\n  c'mon\n  You want trouble right now?\n  c'mon\n  [B-Real: x4]\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n"},{"id":9113693,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nthat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nand my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nChorus:\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.39] B-Real:\n[00:29.81] It's been a while now\n[00:30.10] Been around the block many miles\n[00:30.32] Many faces, many places\n[00:30.59] that I found friends\n[00:32.26] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:33.52] Places I can call home\n[00:33.93] Places I can get stoned\n[00:34.15] I just wanna be alone\n[00:34.21] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:34.41] People want to knock me down\n[00:34.64] 'cos they never have their own\n[00:34.71] They won't get the best of me\n[00:34.94] But they try hopelessly\n[00:35.83] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:36.37] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:36.62] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:36.83] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:37.02] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:37.53] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:37.81] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:38.05] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:38.29] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:38.50] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:38.98] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[00:39.58] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[00:39.95] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[00:40.65] Chorus:\n[00:41.39] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[00:41.94] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[00:43.11] You want trouble?\n[00:44.19] You want trouble, c'mon\n[00:44.95] You want trouble?\n[00:45.42] Sen Dog:\n[00:45.82] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:39.14] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:40.68] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.04] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.98] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:49.24] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:53.14] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:53.49] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:53.69] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[01:53.75] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[01:53.94] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[01:54.11] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[01:54.23] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[01:54.46] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[01:54.55] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[01:54.75] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[01:54.80] Chorus:\n[01:55.06] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:55.10] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:55.39] You want trouble?\n[01:55.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:55.68] You want trouble?\n[01:55.87] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[01:55.92] B-Real:\n[01:56.12] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[01:56.37] and my shoe's wearin' thin\n[01:56.56] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[01:57.54] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[01:57.76] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[01:57.91] But I know I haven't changed\n[01:58.16] So I brush you to the side\n[01:58.38] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[01:58.56] 'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[01:58.75] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[01:58.93] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[01:59.14] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[01:59.30] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[01:59.58] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[01:59.74] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[01:59.99] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[02:00.13] Chorus:\n[02:00.38] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:00.41] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[02:00.66] You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n[02:00.75] B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:00.96] You want trouble?\n[02:01.12] (Repeat 4x)\n[02:01.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Original Album Classics\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 29810\n- text: It's been a while now\n  start_ms: 29810\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Been around the block many miles\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Many faces, many places\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: that I found friends\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: Places I can call home\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 33930\n- text: Places I can get stoned\n  start_ms: 33930\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: I just wanna be alone\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  start_ms: 34210\n  end_ms: 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119300\n- text: I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 119580\n- text: I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  start_ms: 119580\n  end_ms: 119740\n- text: I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  start_ms: 119740\n  end_ms: 119990\n- text: You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n  start_ms: 119990\n  end_ms: 120130\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 120130\n  end_ms: 120380\n- text: NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 120380\n  end_ms: 120410\n- text: '{You want trouble right now? C''mon'\n  start_ms: 120410\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 120750\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 120750\n  end_ms: 120960\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 120960\n  end_ms: 121120\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 121120\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 121250\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  that I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  and my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":30780873,"name":"Trouble","trackName":"Trouble","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stoned Raiders (Japan Edition)","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-Real:\n\nIt's been a while now\nBeen around the block many miles\nMany faces, many places\nThat I found friends\nPlaces where I spend time, places where my mind roam\nPlaces I can call home\nPlaces I can get stoned\nI just wanna be alone\nWhen I'm feelin' in my zone\nPeople want to knock me down\n'Cos they never have their own\nThey won't get the best of me\nBut they try hopelessly\nWhy you wanna fuck wit' me?\nI'm not, what you s'posed to be?\nYou could not give a DAMN\nCoulda just Killed A Man\nSawn off in my hand\nBut I had to kill the plan\nThink I've found my piece of mind\nFeet planted on the ground\nI just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\nIt all goes around me and others who would down me\nWho I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\nI know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\nTrouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nSen Dog:\n\nTrouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\nGot me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\nGot suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\nI'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\nMovin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\nYou got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\nLotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\nA hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\nI try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\nThat no-body get tired when it's time to burn\nWith so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\nIn to actually believin' that some shit is cool\nTake the blinders off and go look for yourself\nFuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\nI'm down for myself, I back up myself\nPut in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\nChorus:\n\nNO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\nYou want trouble, c'mon,\nYou want trouble?\nYou want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n\nB-Real: Nooooo!\n\nB-Real:\n\nLook, the wall's closin' in\nAnd my shoe's wearin' thin\nHad to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\nSome hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\nCalled me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\nBut I know I haven't changed\nSo I brush you to the side\nTrouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\nTrouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\nGot my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\nIf you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\nI can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\nI wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\nI'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\nYou can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\nChorus:\n\nNO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n{You want trouble right now? C'mon\nYou want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\nB-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\nYou want trouble?\n(Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.39] B-Real:\n[00:29.81] It's been a while now\n[00:30.10] Been around the block many miles\n[00:30.32] Many faces, many places\n[00:30.59] That I found friends\n[00:32.26] Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n[00:33.52] Places I can call home\n[00:33.93] Places I can get stoned\n[00:34.15] I just wanna be alone\n[00:34.21] When I'm feelin' in my zone\n[00:34.41] People want to knock me down\n[00:34.64] 'Cos they never have their own\n[00:34.71] They won't get the best of me\n[00:34.94] But they try hopelessly\n[00:35.83] Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n[00:36.37] I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n[00:36.62] You could not give a DAMN\n[00:36.83] Coulda just Killed A Man\n[00:37.02] Sawn off in my hand\n[00:37.53] But I had to kill the plan\n[00:37.81] Think I've found my piece of mind\n[00:38.05] Feet planted on the ground\n[00:38.29] I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n[00:38.50] It all goes around me and others who would down me\n[00:38.98] Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n[00:39.58] I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n[00:39.95] Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n[00:40.65] Chorus:\n[00:41.39] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[00:41.94] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[00:43.11] You want trouble?\n[00:44.19] You want trouble, c'mon\n[00:44.95] You want trouble?\n[00:45.42] Sen Dog:\n[00:45.82] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n[01:39.14] Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n[01:40.68] Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n[01:44.04] I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n[01:47.98] Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n[01:49.24] You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n[01:53.14] Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n[01:53.49] A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n[01:53.69] I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n[01:53.75] That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n[01:53.94] With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n[01:54.11] In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n[01:54.23] Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n[01:54.46] Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n[01:54.55] I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n[01:54.75] Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n[01:54.80] Chorus:\n[01:55.06] NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[01:55.10] You want trouble, c'mon,\n[01:55.39] You want trouble?\n[01:55.56] You want trouble, c'mon\n[01:55.68] You want trouble?\n[01:55.87] B-Real: Nooooo!\n[01:55.92] B-Real:\n[01:56.12] Look, the wall's closin' in\n[01:56.37] And my shoe's wearin' thin\n[01:56.56] Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n[01:57.54] Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n[01:57.76] Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n[01:57.91] But I know I haven't changed\n[01:58.16] So I brush you to the side\n[01:58.38] Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n[01:58.56] 'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n[01:58.75] Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n[01:58.93] Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n[01:59.14] If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n[01:59.30] I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n[01:59.58] I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n[01:59.74] I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n[01:59.99] You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n[02:00.13] Chorus:\n[02:00.38] NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n[02:00.41] {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n[02:00.66] You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n[02:00.75] B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n[02:00.96] You want trouble?\n[02:01.12] (Repeat 4x)\n[02:01.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trouble\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'B-Real:'\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 29810\n- text: It's been a while now\n  start_ms: 29810\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Been around the block many miles\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Many faces, many places\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: That I found friends\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: Places I can call home\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 33930\n- text: Places I can get stoned\n  start_ms: 33930\n  end_ms: 34150\n- text: I just wanna be alone\n  start_ms: 34150\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  start_ms: 34210\n  end_ms: 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119300\n- text: I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 119580\n- text: I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  start_ms: 119580\n  end_ms: 119740\n- text: I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  start_ms: 119740\n  end_ms: 119990\n- text: You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n  start_ms: 119990\n  end_ms: 120130\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n  start_ms: 120130\n  end_ms: 120380\n- text: NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  start_ms: 120380\n  end_ms: 120410\n- text: '{You want trouble right now? C''mon'\n  start_ms: 120410\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 120750\n- text: 'B-Real: You want trouble, c''mon'\n  start_ms: 120750\n  end_ms: 120960\n- text: You want trouble?\n  start_ms: 120960\n  end_ms: 121120\n- text: (Repeat 4x)\n  start_ms: 121120\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 121250\nplain: |-\n  B-Real:\n\n  It's been a while now\n  Been around the block many miles\n  Many faces, many places\n  That I found friends\n  Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam\n  Places I can call home\n  Places I can get stoned\n  I just wanna be alone\n  When I'm feelin' in my zone\n  People want to knock me down\n  'Cos they never have their own\n  They won't get the best of me\n  But they try hopelessly\n  Why you wanna fuck wit' me?\n  I'm not, what you s'posed to be?\n  You could not give a DAMN\n  Coulda just Killed A Man\n  Sawn off in my hand\n  But I had to kill the plan\n  Think I've found my piece of mind\n  Feet planted on the ground\n  I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself\n  It all goes around me and others who would down me\n  Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me,\n  I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,\n  Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  Sen Dog:\n\n  Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time\n  Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind\n  Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter\n  I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter\n  Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists\n  You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit\n  Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned\n  A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn\n  I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn\n  That no-body get tired when it's time to burn\n  With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled\n  In to actually believin' that some shit is cool\n  Take the blinders off and go look for yourself\n  Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else\n  I'm down for myself, I back up myself\n  Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  You want trouble, c'mon,\n  You want trouble?\n  You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n\n  B-Real: Nooooo!\n\n  B-Real:\n\n  Look, the wall's closin' in\n  And my shoe's wearin' thin\n  Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend\n  Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same\n  Called me \"Rock Superstar\", \"Insane In The Brain\"\n  But I know I haven't changed\n  So I brush you to the side\n  Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside\n  'Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out\n  Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out\n  Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk\n  If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump\n  I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise\n  I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise\n  I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there\n  You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR!\n  {You want trouble right now? C'mon\n  You want trouble right now? C'mon}\n\n  B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon\n  You want trouble?\n  (Repeat 4x)\n"}]