Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problems, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song The Delightful Bars - North American Pie Version, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hall Of Justus, Pooh
Song language: English
Problems |
Yeeeeah. |
hah, hi haters |
Guess what, I’m baaaaaack! |
I know you niggas missed me man |
I know you missed me, you know how I know? |
Cause my name stay in your fucking mouth |
Yo, listen up, uh |
Muh’fucker think quick, I don’t do much but talk shit |
Swallow spit, that’s my life |
I can hear the people now screaming «Damn, he trife» |
Five years since the +The Listening+ and I can’t change? |
Guess what, priorities rearrange |
Got fam looking at me like «Damn, you strange» |
After all this time I couldn’t stay the same |
Had to get a new picture, I just kept the frame |
In a whole new zone, so when you hear me speak |
It’s a whole new tone, yes I am prone |
To tell wannabe rap niggas go home |
Who pop a lot of shit till they standing alone |
Look, I stand tall whether wrong or right |
Don’t do petty shit, keep it out my sight |
For the right cause homie, yes we do fight |
If you seeing all of us then it’s not your night, right? |
+ (Rapper Big Pooh) |
I hear 'em talking like «You got a prob» |
(You better know I’m always on my job, now everybody like.) |
«We don’t really want no problems B» |
«Have our name in the obituary column sheets» |
(Ay, I heard 'em say «You a bastard case») |
They better chill 'fore I blast the place, now errbody like. |
«We don’t really want no problems B» |
«Have our name in the obituary column sheets» |
My last name Murder, it ain’t Bradley, it ain’t Parker |
I ain’t got no brothers, fuck +Danny+, I don’t wear no +Glovers+ |
Bold with it like the Catholic who be cussing in church |
My bitch stay hot, chinky eyed, dutch in her purse |
Fucking with me, believe you’ll be stuck in a hearse |
The doctor couldn’t save your life cause I was fucking his nurse |
In love with the dirt cause clean just really ain’t my style |
A bastard cause I told your moms you really ain’t my child |
Bitch I pulled out, like I did with the MAC millie |
Fool with the tool, get abused when I act silly |
That’ll really make the whole situation jacked up |
Jo' be the period when pussies wanna act tough |
Bleed you, whole plate of hollow points to feed you |
Dolo for the dance cause your partners chose to leave you |
How a felon walk around with guns, ain’t that illegal? |
Mind your business fuck boy, I’ll see you when I seek you |
+ (Rapper Big Pooh) |
(Ay, I heard 'em say «You a bastard case») |
They better chill 'fore I blast the place, now errbody like. |
«We don’t really want no problems B» |
«Have our name in the obituary column sheets» |
I hear 'em talking like «You got a prob» |
(You better know I’m always on my job, now everybody like.) |
«We don’t really want no problems B» |
«Have our name in the obituary column sheets» |
Yeah, you don’t really want no problem with the team man |
H.O.J. |
Hall of Justus, we ride heavy, uh |
Illmind on production of course nigga |