Testo Problemz - Young Gunz
Testo della canzone Problemz (Young Gunz), tratta dall'album Tough Luv
We here to make sure these niggas take heed and remember
That we bout it bout our business like P and the Lemon
Got some bout it bout it bitches that fiend for the niggas
Used to fiend me for them niggas now I see y'all up in it
Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em
How much you flee 'em you can get 'em when you want to
You don't have to eat 'em stick 'em down right
Never speak on other players you don't like
Get a flagrant for that, fuck you hatin' for?
Dude just playin' his part, she datin' boy
Down at them clubs she just had to go
Young Gunnaz from State P had a show
Should've seen the people shakin' and movin' and movin' and groovin'
But Gunnaz was coolin' long as I had
My tool and the girlies was choosin'
Everybody else actin' foolish
Over there actin' stupid come over here and we shootin'
If you at the bar buyin' drinks holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
V.I.P. full of sticky stinks say (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you Ray Crete with his wife holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Like, like let's do it
If it's 23's on the wheels holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Young Gunnaz bangin' through the speakers say (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you cheatin' on your man tonight holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Like, like let's do it
Don't tell 'em nothin' these niggas ain't bout nothin'
They look here with them fake stares we gon' get to cuttin'
You know they frontin' girlies up in the place
Plus they probably mad bitches all in our face
Four-fifth on the hip and the buddha's a eighth
These niggas wanna trip then we give these niggas a taste
Don't shoot at cars and won't shoot from far
We chase 'em and lace 'em
For all that shit they talkin' plus hatin' fuck waitin'
We sendin' motherfuckers to Satan
Been takin' niggas girlies for ages
She throwin' it from the back I'm grindin' all on her hips
She talkin' that freak shit I thought she a creep bitch
Maybe a chewy quick never go to sleep
But you know them chicks
Soon as you go to sleep they all up in your grip
Catch your man they actin' they still deny it
Might cause a riot I been cut the bitch off
She still on my dick
If you at the bar buyin' drinks holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
V.I.P. full of sticky stinks say (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you Ray Crete with his wife holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Like, like let's do it
If it's 23's on the wheels holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Young Gunnaz bangin' through the speakers say (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you cheatin' on your man tonight holla (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Like, like let's do it
It's Mack Daddy, Young Scrappy
Nah I ain't rappin' young'uns get back at 'em
All the action through the traffic on our way to perform
If you knew like I knew you would try to keep 'em warm
Cause we get 'em it's on you'll get 'em before the morn'
We don't love 'em we just smut 'em we hit 'em and then they gone
Plus she was all up in my business askin' 'bout my cases
Knew what I was charged with and wanna know what I'm facin'
Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I go
Beat the case home still fightin' who hondo
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
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Writer(s): Stephen Philip Jones, Paul Thomas Cook, Glen Matlock, John Lydon
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