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Girls Ain't Nothing But Trouble (1988 Extended Remix) (w/ DJ Jazzy Jeff) Lyrics

from Greatest Hits

"Girls Ain't Nothing But Trouble (1988 Extended Remix) (w/ DJ Jazzy Jeff)" is track #12 on the album Greatest Hits. It was written by Montenegro, Hugh/kaye, Buddy/smith, Willard C.
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Listen homeboys, don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme and get the hell away

Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her, I said hello
She said, You're kind of cute, I said, Yes, I know

But by the way, sweetheart, what's your name?
She said, My friends like to call me exotic Elaine
I said my name is the Prince and she said why
I said, Well, I don't know, I'm just a hell of a guy

But enough about me, yo, let's talk about you
And all the wonderful things that you and I can do
I popped some cash and in a little bit of time
I showed some cash and the girl was mine

I took her over town, I wined her and dined her
She ask me did I like her, I said well kinda
All of a sudden she jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street

She started grabbing all over me, kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away, I said you better stop bugging
She got mad, looked me dead in my face
Threw her hands in the air and yelled out rape

I got scared when she started to yell
So I handed her my wallet and ran like hell
I was ducking through alleys right and left
But when the cops caught up, they almost beat me to death
I was arrested charged with aggravated assault
(Yo, Clancy, we got him)
But it wasn't my fault

Nevertheless, don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme and get the hell away

I was in a bar one Friday night
Cooling, watching a Mike Tyson fight
I was maxing and relaxing, sipping on tequila
When this girl walked up, she said, Hi, my name is Sheila

I responded by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said let's go
20 minutes later, things were starting to cook
As we pulled up into her house, I said, I'm with you, toots

The music was soft and there was wine in the glasses
She started winking and making little passes
At me, she pat me close that's when she got bold
She started feeling up my back, I said, Oh, your hands are cold

We went to her bedroom thinking of one thing
Took the phone off the hook to avoid the annoying ring
I caressed her body and I kissed her cheek
And that's when I observed those satin bed sheets

I felt that it was time for me to make my move
I thought I better hurry up before I busted a groove
I leaned down to kiss her but then out of the blue
A door slammed and a voice said, Baby, where are you?

Her boyfriend busted in, he grinned an evil grin
And said, Boy, I'm a tear your butt limb from limb
I was scared as hell, where I was supposed to go?
I just yelled Geronimo and jumped out the window

Just my luck, we were in a snow storm
And all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm
And to top the night off, I had to break in my place
Because my keys were on pants back on Sheila's book case
I was done sneezing and coughing
I hope this doesn't happen too often but

Nevertheless, don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme and get the hell away

Yo, man, you think they see your point?
I don't know, I don't think they really do
I think you should give 'em another example
Awright, give me a scratch, let's make it funky right here

I got a ring on my phone May 5th last year
It was my girlfriend, Betty, I said, Hello, dear
I was just about to call you
I got a couple tickets to the Run D.M.C. Concert
(I'm wit it)

It's six o'clock now, at eight will you be ready?
(Yeah)
Aight, fine, see you then, Betty
I combed my hair washed and brushed my teeth
Got funky fresh dressed in my Le Coq Sportif

Got to Betty's at eight, I was ready to jet
Until Betty's mom said Betty's not ready yet
I sat there for at least an hour
It was ten after nine before she got in the shower

Nine thirty five, she comes downstairs
And said, I need a little longer to finish my hair
At ten o'clock, we had then missed the show
She comes downstairs and says let's go
Go where? Go to sleep, I'm gone
I was steaming like a demon as I drove home

But it just goes to show not trying to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme, just remember my rhymes
Take heed to my rhymes and get the hell away

Man, first your 'Parents Just Don't Understand'
Then you having these crazy nightmares
I know, why me, man, why me? What's next?
Now these girls, man, you know how it is
Can't live wit 'em, can't live without 'em

Songwriters
MONTENEGRO, HUGH/KAYE, BUDDY/SMITH, WILLARD C

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