Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problems, artist - AZ. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol.1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.11.2017
Record label: EMI, Legacy, Motown
Song language: English
Problems |
| I had some problems |
| And no one could seem to solve them |
| But you found the answer |
| Told me to take this chance |
| Yeah, now dig |
| You got, rich niggas right |
| They do what they wanna do |
| Heh, and you got |
| Broke niggas, you heard? |
| They do what they gotta do |
| Now ask yourself, which one are you? |
| Ha, fall back |
| Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty |
| Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me |
| Never show envy, got a style I maxed |
| I’m like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that |
| Unseen when I’m low, but still right in your face |
| I’m so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist |
| From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats |
| Just imagine how I’m movin if we had any beef |
| Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty |
| Lower the smoke when I see the D’s creepin past me |
| Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart |
| Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart |
| Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow |
| Rock Timbs if it’s summer or ten below |
| Love the streets, the science of the drugs that’s deep |
| I’m just another nigga next up, tryin to eat |
| You know! |
| Not a soul baby! |
| It’s all for y’all now |
| But it seems, y’all would rather |
| See me hit than, see my rich |
| Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch |
| Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch’ll leave me sick like |
| I’m a sucker for love wit some easy dick |
| I did dirt through my days but hid my work |
| Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt |
| Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet |
| From the best turned vet learned to speak direct |
| My game’s jumpin, we all had our days of barkin |
| You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin |
| Why dispute it? |
| Dough got us so polluted |
| Paranoid to the point it’s like we, over-do it |
| Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya |
| Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser |
| Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri |
| Y’all can bet I’mma rep how it’s supposed to be |
| You know! |
| Not a soul baby! |
| It’s all for y’all now |
| I got it locked, feel me! |
| Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain |
| It’s only real, certain niggas mention my name |
| Some relate, others stay numb in the face |
| Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race |
| Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim |
| Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin |
| So what’s the issue? |
| All dick sucks is still official |
| Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I’m still with you |
| Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin |
| Late night, right brake lights black Excursion |
| Tree smokin, hustle the rap I’mma keep ropin |
| Too many niggas got deep emotions |
| The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems? |
| Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom |
| To a false, feel a fake love or hate |
| Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate |
| You know! |
| Not a soul baby! |
| It’s all for y’all now |
| What y’all want from me? |
| Yeah, y’all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me |
| I’m tryin to live man, nah mean? |
| I been at the bottom, I was risin — fell back down |
| I’m tryin to climb up man |
| Get off my back baby |
| It’s all a game man don’t hate me hate the game |
| AZ the Visualiza return, once again |
| Love life, hate, what the fuck… |