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Yea, there it is, there it is Service, work it The vagrant came upon a plot, shop - set it down Found vacant, he gon' make it into something better now Barn hand, conversant in farm land, planted seven rows Will it ever grow? Heaven only knows, though he's Hopeful, never boastful about the ethic Set it deep into the earth, work and serve, all the rest let it Come or not, hot summer sun, son - bumper crop Over night, or so some thought (now they're talkin' that) What you really did to get this windfall, spendin' all year estranged? Better not be mystical, typically the criminals here they hang Aint nobody ever seen you cultivate, rake or till, ya dig? Take a lot to win a pot, wanna pay the rate? The stakes raised, you bid? In or out, what the men around here 'bout, finna count a pound of cheese Double down, you intend to win the prize, otherwise bounce and leave We don't care where you came from, since day one seen the game constructed We gon' watch it all fall, frauds claim to save it in the name of love? Nuh uh. Bubble, fizz - what the trouble is? This is hustle biz - what the trouble is? A couple kids - what the trouble is? Muzzle ripped, tell 'em what the trouble is, come on now Songtexte Trouble is love don't want you, boy, see the Trouble is love don't want you, baby, see the Trouble is love don't want you, no, see the Trouble is love don't want you here Not one to gamble, lit the Camel, took a long drag Sat back and blew, inside he knew these folks had gone mad Through the smoke proposed a wager: tails, you can take my fields Heads, you accept my station; they deliberated, deal! Coin turned for what seemed like eternity, slow breath Some folks wept and fretted while the peasant never broke a sweat Confident he had 'em in the talisman's descent By the time they shouted "TAILS," he done packed his bags and went Best never try to test the vets, you wanna settle? Better pay your dues To the boss you done lost your crops, in one toss I'll take your food Better be gone, set about and keep on a boulevard towards the boat Ever come back get about a ton of that d-CON down your throat In the meantime we find these fine fruits do quench a thirst And for pay we may persuade and convince some of these men to work In the end we sup and supplement the income caught in the trap We must be blessed, best of all - that farmer's gone, thank God for that Double-dipped - what the trouble is? That's hustle biz - what the trouble is? A couple kids - what the trouble is? Knuckle, fist, tell 'em what the trouble is, come on now Trouble is love don't want you, boy, see the Trouble is love don't want you, baby, see the Trouble is love don't want you, no, see the Trouble is love don't want you here Aus Songtexte Mania