B. Dolan - Natural Born Trouble [lyrics] video free download

B. Dolan - Natural Born Trouble feat. Neil Hamburger (produced by Buddy Peace)

This is Neil Hamburger and you're listening to the latest, hottest mixtape

by the legendary B. Dolan. I'm told it's called House of Bees Volume 3.

(It was thunderin', thunderin', and lightnin'.

You know the day this poor boy was born

I've never known nothing but your troubles

You know your trouble and your hate and scorn.)

Now I've been run down, written up, hauled in, driven nuts

doors pounded, warnings come, tossed out of more than one

'told they was coming back and bringing guns' type drama;

ya'll rappers were born I got expelled out my mama.

Did my father throw in hands, help me grow into a man

or a beast, well at least I don't stammer when I speak.

Yah I hung around some poets but they couldn't ride a beat

so I dressed up like a joker; they disqualified me.

I got in trouble. I'mma creep, nasty as I wanna be.

I don't donate to the church, I don't talk to the police.

I don't need protection rather I'd practice what I preach.

Rather put faith in the weapon than gallons of gasoline,

run and tell it to whoever the last of the fucking breed,

refuse to adjust my speed, keep moving and bustin' free,

show up, disrupt the peace, fuck it up, then pack and leave.

If that promoter don't have my fee we going to the cash machine.

I've been in trouble.

(I see the tunnel of light coming from your window

From your warm forty thousand dollar home

Oh yah, but I don't need you people

Because the blues they was meant to roam.

Oh yah, my middle name is natural born trouble

And my last name it is the blues

Oh yah, my last name it is the blues)

Had trouble at home; had trouble at school

had trouble at work; had trouble with the rules;

had trouble with the law; had to struggle with the beats

but I never had trouble getting raw on beats.

I was a knucklehead; my will was concrete,

couldn't beat it out of me because my trouble was born deep.

Told to go to sleep but I never felt tired,

told to wise up, told to fall in line.

Behavior is modified, commodified and stopped;

everyone's an authority, amateur league cops.

Informing on one another, instructed to keep watch:

deviate from the norm and walk around feeling marked,

then realize there's a freedom in being a man apart;

they can't take nothing from you when trouble is all you got.

It takes a different kind of tough guy; I respect heart.

It's much harder to push back, hustle and work smart.

Because everyone's a bad motherfucker until they holler "Hooty who?"

Now you Darius Rucker. I ain't the judge of no man, I ain't that badly adjusted,

I just feel bad for the mothers that had to carry these suckers.

Ya'll thought I'd chill the fuck out because I got married or something?

Well I don't like being happy; I'm having trouble adjusting.

I'll be your bad company, you be my master dysfunction

and we can travel together along the path of destruction

because my middle name is natural born trouble.

You know my middle name is natural born trouble.

(And my last name it is the blues

Oh yah, my last name it is the blues)