Trouble On My Mind(OST Проект Х: Дорвались)

[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out
Showing my black [bad word]  engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
 Kill bin Laden, 'nother four up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with [bad word]  out with money or with [bad word] shots
G.O.O.D. had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-Up Gang, P the [bad word]  'Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, then you add fame
 That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
 That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
 That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin' like the rebels, you and LV
Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

 [Hook]
Trouble on my mind
 I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
 So much trouble on my mind

 [Verse 2 - Tyler]
Pharrell said "get 'em", so I got 'em
 Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I'm a problem
 Cause I wanna [bad word] the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, I'm going hard as my [bad word] When I envision my tip on the crust of [bad word] lips
Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar
 Triceratops dinosaur [bad word] I feel it in my gut to kill these [bad word] Is a must, like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Um, well, not really, it's getting kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some [bad word] wet willies
 Soaked, getting jiggy with it and Bel-Air's richest
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Tyler]
I'm a [bad word] walking paradox
And a really [bad word] rapper in my favorite pair of socks
Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks [bad word] screamin', "West side!"
With the speakers blastin' a pair of Pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
Thinkin' that this 'preme wasn't free, willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And [bad word]  tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils, it's Wolf Gang and the

 [Pusha T]
With the Re-Up's a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine's a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
 And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
 This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
 Two different worlds, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry when you at the top
 Of your game, you make enemies, you'll never finish me

 [Hook]