Testo Problems - AZ
Testo della canzone Problems (AZ), tratta dall'album Sosa (Save Our Streets Az)
Yeah, (I had some problems) now dig
You got, rich niggaz, right?
(And no one could seem to solve them) they do what they wanna do
Heh, and you got
Broke niggaz, you heard? (But you, found the answer)
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself (told me to take this chance) which one are you?
Huh, fall back
Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back smokin' a 20
Shit is scabby, the hustlin' is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I maxed
I'm like po', back in 84, 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
I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul baby!)
But you found the answer (it's all for y'all now)
Told me to take this chance
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 a leave me sick like
I'm a sucker for love with some easy dick
I did dirt through my days but hid my work
Even then, still, I 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 niggaz 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 pressure, peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our potpourri
Y'all can bet, I'ma rep how it's supposed to be
I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul, baby!)
But you, found the answer (it's all for y'all now)
Told me to take this chance (I got it locked, feel me!)
Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain
It's only real, certain niggaz 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 neckles and Phil I'm still wit' you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin'
Late night, right brake lights, black Excursion
Tree smokin', hustle the rap I'ma keep roping
Too many niggaz got deep emotions
The stress got 'em, who else wanna express their 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
I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul, baby!)
But you, found the answer (it's all for y'all now)
Told me to take this chance (what y'all want from me?)
I had some problems (yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle, man, stop fuckin' with me)
And no one could seem to solve them (I'm tryin' to live man, nah mean?)
(I been at the bottom) but you, found the answer (I was risin', fell back down)
(I'm tryin' to climb up, man, get off my back, baby)
Told me to take this chance (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?
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Curry, Anthony S Cruz, Eldra P De Barge
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