Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Got A Problem , by - Fun Lovin' Criminals. Release date: 08.09.2003
Song language: English
You Got A Problem |
| 3, 2, 1, I’m that son of a gun, but one who has the fun by the kilo and the ton |
| Like Marv Albert but worse, I got the curse, got perverse with the nurse in the |
| maternity ward |
| That’s right, I’m nuts, ask fisty cuts I got outpatient status at the Brooklyn |
| zoo |
| Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that runs up in the club wearin' alligator |
| shoes |
| When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad |
| Johnny black got my back, baby, happy or sad if I fall out of your favor, |
| don' get mad |
| If the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure will |
| Stirrin' scotch and soda’s with a twenty dollar bill |
| My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, I’m idle |
| Secretly stalking the title, stealin' |
| Scenes by ways and means and that’s why marines got m-16's |
| I think I love her, but she’s affected, bullshit detected wonder why she got |
| neglected |
| I legged it, turned up here, I’ll have a beer and a joke about that Guenevere |
| Lord I been knowin' there’d be days like these, but please don’t hit me with |
| the quick release |
| And don’t rat me out to Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the world and the |
| seven seas |
| If the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure will |
| Stirrin' scotch and soda’s with a twenty dollar bill |
| My mamma always told me, never drink on pills |
| So roll down the window 'cause I’m feelin' kinda ill |