Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problems, artist - B.G.. Album song Checkmate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Problems |
| Hook: I’ve got problems |
| In my fucking house |
| Bitch would you please |
| Get the fuck out |
| Trust these hoes, they all slick |
| I found out, they ain’t shit |
| Almost was played by my main bitch |
| Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick |
| I’m paperchasing, trying to get rich |
| On a 68 tour with my clique |
| She hit me while I’m on the floor and was like |
| Ain’t shit bad cause moms finna unite |
| I say bad, when its cool |
| But now, check what this hoe do Slickly moving momma in my house |
| Cause picture the whole wild she put out |
| Now dat ain’t even the half of it Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins |
| Baby got comfortable in my shit |
| Showing off dust and trailings after they piss |
| Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing |
| Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains |
| Mom laying in my lazy boy |
| Kids jamming tapes in my VCR |
| Flipping my TV like a light switch |
| God can only stop me from killing this bitch |
| I’m on the way back to my crib |
| I pull up, this can’t be how I live |
| I jump out ready, to start fucking |
| I’m pissed off, mad and disgusted |
| Bitch tryna give me a excuse |
| It ain’t nothing you can say or do You ask the mind state, to do the bad |
| You ain’t said nothing bout cha whole fam |
| Look at my shit, it’s fucked up At least smell like a project cut |
| You ain’t had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before I go raw |
| And mess around in here and catch a charge |
| You don showed me, you ain’t shit |
| You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch |
| Look what you don caused in my house |
| Before you get pissed (the whip) get out |
| Hook: I’ve got problems |
| In my fucking house |
| Bitch would you please |
| Get the fuck out |
| Here’s another fucked up episode |
| My cousin came to visit from Chicago |
| I ain’t saying since we was young bucks |
| I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas |
| So why he down visiting, he staying wit me I put him under surveilence longer than a week |
| He don’t put 100% in his hygenes |
| He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz |
| He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free |
| He ain’t cleaning behind his self, he think it’s the double tree |
| I’m almost to the point to ask him |
| Whats happening? |
| But I know, he get smart, I’ma slap him |
| Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend |
| I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland |
| I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers |
| Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over |
| So happen that I’m finished a day early |
| And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch |
| I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub |
| Sofa’s ripped, tape is broke and it’s full of weed smokers |
| Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth |
| I’ma knock-out, I can’t believe what he did to my house |
| Hook: I’ve got problems |
| In my fucking house |
| Bitch would you please |
| Get the fuck out |