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[Chorus: x2]
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem Think we got a problem, think we got a problem [Sheek Louch:] Think we got a problem, mask on, show you how to rob em Revolver, show you how to solve'm Drivin down Harlem, the Aston a problem No tint fishball it ain't hard to spot him Think we got a problem, weed got too much Only thing damn I'm down to my last dutch Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough There's one of me, and these bitches I count about three four Think we got a problem, the homey just all talk He ain't gon pop a balloon with a pitch fork Think we got a problem in the club with this dogg Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody [Chorus] [The Game:] Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan Black on black Aston the 21 strapped in Dominican chick ridin shotty all strapped in Customize the dash on my shotgun strapped in Cops on the shoulder gotta pull a Hova Time to fade to black cause I ain't pullin ova The engine is a problem, that ain't no question Pop the trunk see the speakers kickin' like Beckham Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot Kiss and Styles should make me a member of the Lox I take all the beats I remember how to box If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop Remember how to load everything inside my glock Ask the niggas in the hood cause they remember who I shot Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself what [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well it's the king of the trill Bun B'der you know the name And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game Keep a bottle of Henessey, a blunt and that purp With my hand up on my heater, and my killaz on churp You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin', try ya luck Cause I got sixteen homeys with me, that stay ready to buck You can duck dodge or dive, but it won't do diddly skwat But leave ya with a leaky liver and both ya kidneys shot But you may not pimpin' I ain't fin to ask for it My money, my hood or my respect, I'm a blast for it You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause I'm a beat you till you shittin ya draws, so call the laws cause [Chorus] |
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| 3:43 |
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What I've learned from this thug life I'm livin'
Is it's a cold, cold world and I know at times it gets to ya You gotta keep pushin', gotta keep pushin' Gotta keep pushin', gotta keep pushin' Gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin' And at any given moment You can end up with your back on the wall I know at times it gets to ya Gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin' You know gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin' You know you gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin' Yeah, 'cause I push, I push and that money a drop And them bottles a pop and I'm at the bar With my big cigar, with my shades and hoody on I'm a superstar With my hands up high and I'm extra high And she extra fly, tell ya friends goodbye Yeah, west side doin' it can only fit two in it The night is good so don't ruin it We gonna make it or we gonna take it Respect is everything so, please, don't break it If you still in the hood and ya rent is due I wrote this song for you (For you) I just party and is like B.I said Old school keep a hundred stacks under the bed With the time red six hundred call it a sled Little yak little greenery to clear my head But you gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep whippin' The landlord callin', the baby sitter is flippin' You ready to drop everythin', you think about skippin' But you strong and you gonna make it all good Back to the wall and you gonna keep it all hood Put ya drinks up 5 cent cups Ace of spades whatever I don't give (A give a) If ya rents due, I wrote this song for you Uhh, pay day is here, even though there's nothing's left The club's packed, everybody is fresh to def New swag, I'm confident that you can bag her Gas in the tank, can I buy you a drink? The music all loud, she dancin' all wild Can't tell me shorty, ain't the hottest in the crowd |
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| 4. |
| 3:19 |
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Hey,I'm looking for.."Good Love yeaah"
Met a lot of women now they all tore Ran through 'em all But I'm just not sure.."Good love,I like that baby" Yea..We gon' fight but I think that's just.."Good Love, yeaah" 1st Class flights,almost home but I.."Just can't keep still" Fresh off the plane,into the bin Note a lil water in what you pay for your rent I'm tired of the road,no shows booked,need somethin' home cooked.."I like that baby" Straight in the door,Straight to the floor I'm already high but light up one more Just got home I'm tryna chill but I.."Just can't keep still" Gotta hit the block,get a lil 'gnac F**k with tha hood,see if niggas is good Jake is on me asking me why my music all loud I just tell him.."I like that baby" Throw a lil dice,head cracked twice,Light somethin' up I'm starting to feel nice They loopin' around,Lemme go and peel cuz I.."Just can't keep still" Yea,I'm looking for.."Good Love yeaah" Met a lot of women now they all tore Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure.."Good Love,I like that baby" Yea..We gon' fight but I think that's just.."Good Love yeaaah" 1st Class flights,almost home but I.."Just can't keep still" Hat low enough,short sleeves no cuffs Aston-Martin sittin' outside tough Shorty shotgun,Black Hillary Duff Shit built big like I was down with Puff Now I'm in the club,no V.I.P I'm down low where every last hoodlum be I feel babyboy tryna eye roll me but I.."Just can't keep still" Walk up to him,you know nice and polite Let him now it's real,it's for sured up light I'mma let it off cuz I ain't tryna fight but ya damn right.."I like that baby" Anyway,I'm tryna see who else here I see shorty staring at me way over there I'm sorry baby girl but I gotta dissapear cuz I.."Just can't keep still" Hey,I'm looking for.."Good love yeaah" Met a lot of women now they all tore Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure.."Good Love,I like that baby" Yea..We gon' fight but I think that's just.."Good Love yeaah" 1st Class flights,almost home but I.."Just can't keep still" Betty Wright knocking,got 'em all rocking 'Bout to do the electric slide on the block and.. Yea this popping,got 'em goin crazy From 8 to 80.."I like that baby" It feels so good,you can't sit down..you gotta get up and move your phat ass around You don't care who watchin',you keepin it real cuz you.."Just can't keep still" Hey,I'm looking for.."Good Love yeaah" Met a lot of women now they all tore Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure.."Good love,I like that baby" Yea..We gon' fight but I think that's just.."Good Love yeaah" 1st Class flights,almost home but I.."Just can't keep still" "Good Love yeaah,Good Love I like that baby,Good Love yeaah..Just can't keep still" |
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| 9. |
| 3:38 |
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L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4 Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka Dutchie rolled, soaked 'n' quevlow gold Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight The house, the bitches, the jewelry, the cars is right The hammer light, titanium I'll put 3 in ya cranium Like pop, pop, pop Cannot stop Now bring it back It used to be 500 k in the closet Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik Stack whatever you get, don't spend, you got it On top of that stay consistent with your product Don't matter if it's just weed or if it's narcotic Due time you'll be pullin' of the lot in something exotic L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Boss dundotta Dance with the devil Never bought the bitch product You ain't gettin' notta Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta Then a slug from my 4 pound Like sum pretty pussy 1's I'm a tear you all down We can go to war now L.O X muthafucka Rich on a plane Couple bucks 'n' ma trucka Shoot from anywhere Like niggas in the rukus Gettin stronga, barral longa Coup shorter, jar of dat water Malinium flow Kamora times 2, malinium hoe Tattooed up diamond cross Hip hops Randy Moss Dump the whole clip and toss Hottest group Let the beef loup And we barry you niggas In yo pocket like kiss and jiggas Big money, big car And big cagars L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Comas, frunaral Wheelchairs paraplegics Reel life so you gotta believe it If you did have a goal Then you gotta acheive it 'Cause your body stays hear But your soul gotta leave it Square feet, hot wheels 200 bricks 1 shot deals 'Cause every body down will pop pills It's hard to top that Point blank the goddest got crack We U P S body parts back I don't get the newest Benz I get the newest house, newest business I learned that from my Jewish friend I brake bread with the Arabs But I'm African So I got doe chillen in the gray Calv I could hit u with a hook Or a straight jab Or I could cock it back 'N' shoot you in ya face, hag And you know I'm from Y O nigga I got every kind of charger Even the Y O nigga L O X gettin' stronger Dblock gettin' stronger Hip hop gettin' stronger |
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| 4:31 |
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| 0:43 |
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| 3:33 |
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| 2:57 |
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| 3:51 |
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| 18. |
| 3:31 |
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Intro:
It time. lock in. Chorus: Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs All my street niggas, Movin them drugs. Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich I know the ready aint really gon like this But Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs All my street niggas, Movin them drugs. Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich I know the ready aint really gon like this But 1st verse: I see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking But no body really saying what a thug be thinking. See they bitches dont know you Till you come with the lincoln. Or the porsce eyes lift up like the car was winking. Real niggas on the block Wit big dimes in his sock You bet somewhere is a glock Post it up |
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