Biografía:
Es una banda de "doom metal" caracterizada por sus liricas apegadas al cristianismo.
se formó en 1979 por el vocalista Eric Wagner, los guitarristas Bruce Franklin y Rick Wartell, el bajista Sean McAllister y en la batería Jeff Olson. Con la fuerte influencia del estilo Stoner Rock de los primeros trabajos de Black Sabbath ( y con toques ocasionales del Rock Psicodélico de finales de los 60's, la banda usaba un sonido grave y oscuro con letras religiosas que le ganaron el mote de White Metal.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro: Trouble]
Abm
Let do it
D Dbm
Money man
Abm
D Dbm
Go get your money man, go get that
Abm D Dbm
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
D Dbm Abm
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
D Dbm Abm
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
D Dbm Abm
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
Abm D Dbm
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
[Verse 1: Trouble]
Abm D Dbm
Yeah, tryna show me that she 'bout it
Abm D Dbm
'Bout it, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
Abm D Dbm
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner though
Abm D Dbm
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
Abm D Dbm
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Abm D Dbm
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
Abm D Dbm
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Abm D Dbm
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
Abm D Dbm
But you ain't no motherfucking good
Abm D Dbm
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Abm D Dbm Abm
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
D Dbm Abm
Partna you gon' get spent on all that flexing
D Dbm Abm
So many of us shooting you straight, ain't no pressure
D Dbm Abm
Hating on that man won't do you no blessing
D Dbm Abm
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
D Dbm Abm
Wanna go to war, but you ain't got no money
D Dbm Abm
Worry 'bout these hoes and you ain't got no money
D Dbm Abm
Mike Will Made-It
D Dbm
Big Trouble, baby
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
D Dbm Abm
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
D Dbm Abm
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
D Dbm Abm
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Eb7
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Eb7
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Eb7
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
Eb7
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
[Verse 2: Drake]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I don't play no games boy, I'm at your head
D Dbm Abm
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
D Dbm Abm
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
D Dbm Abm
You can't push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
N.C.
Hit the gas and we outta there
Abm D Dbm
Do it for the six because we started there
Abm D Dbm
I got a girl that used to ride around with 'Pac an' them
Abm D Dbm
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Abm D Dbm Abm
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
D Dbm Abm
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
D Dbm Abm
Crest white smile on my face
D Dbm Abm
Once I get to snapping ain't nobody safe
D Dbm Abm
Reality gon' hit ya or we gon' hit ya
D Dbm Abm
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
D Dbm
Mike WiLL Made-It
Abm
D Dbm
Me and Big Trouble baby
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
D Dbm Abm
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
D Dbm Abm
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
D Dbm Abm
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
Abm D Dbm
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
Abm
Let do it
D Dbm
Money man
Abm
D Dbm
Go get your money man, go get that
Abm D Dbm
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
D Dbm Abm
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
D Dbm Abm
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
D Dbm Abm
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
Abm D Dbm
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
[Verse 1: Trouble]
Abm D Dbm
Yeah, tryna show me that she 'bout it
Abm D Dbm
'Bout it, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
Abm D Dbm
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner though
Abm D Dbm
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
Abm D Dbm
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Abm D Dbm
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
Abm D Dbm
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Abm D Dbm
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
Abm D Dbm
But you ain't no motherfucking good
Abm D Dbm
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Abm D Dbm Abm
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
D Dbm Abm
Partna you gon' get spent on all that flexing
D Dbm Abm
So many of us shooting you straight, ain't no pressure
D Dbm Abm
Hating on that man won't do you no blessing
D Dbm Abm
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
D Dbm Abm
Wanna go to war, but you ain't got no money
D Dbm Abm
Worry 'bout these hoes and you ain't got no money
D Dbm Abm
Mike Will Made-It
D Dbm
Big Trouble, baby
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
D Dbm Abm
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
D Dbm Abm
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
D Dbm Abm
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Eb7
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Eb7
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Eb7
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
Eb7
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
[Verse 2: Drake]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I don't play no games boy, I'm at your head
D Dbm Abm
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
D Dbm Abm
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
D Dbm Abm
You can't push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
N.C.
Hit the gas and we outta there
Abm D Dbm
Do it for the six because we started there
Abm D Dbm
I got a girl that used to ride around with 'Pac an' them
Abm D Dbm
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Abm D Dbm Abm
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
D Dbm Abm
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
D Dbm Abm
Crest white smile on my face
D Dbm Abm
Once I get to snapping ain't nobody safe
D Dbm Abm
Reality gon' hit ya or we gon' hit ya
D Dbm Abm
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
D Dbm
Mike WiLL Made-It
Abm
D Dbm
Me and Big Trouble baby
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Abm
D Dbm Abm
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
D Dbm Abm
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
D Dbm Abm
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
D Dbm Abm
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a beat
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
D Dbm Abm
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
D Dbm Abm
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Abm D Dbm
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no stack
Abm D Dbm
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
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