lirik lagu rapper big pooh - problems
[intro: high-pitched voice effect]
yeeeeah… hah, hi haters
guess what, i’m baaaaaack!
i know you n-gg-s missed me man
i know you missed me, you know how i know?
cause my name stay in your f-cking mouth
yo, listen up, uh
[rapper big pooh:]
muh’f-cker think quick, i don’t do much but talk sh-t
swallow spit, that’s my life
i can hear the people now screaming “d-mn, he trife”
five years since the +the listening+ and i can’t change?
guess what, priorities rearrange
got fam looking at me like “d-mn, 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 pr-ne
to tell wannabe rap n-gg-s go home
who pop a lot of sh-t till they standing alone
look, i stand tall whether wrong or right
don’t do petty sh-t, 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?
[chorus: jozeemo (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 b-st-rd 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”
[jozeemo:]
my last name murder, it ain’t bradley, it ain’t parker
i ain’t got no brothers, f-ck +danny+, i don’t wear no +glovers+
bold with it like the catholic who be cussing in church
my b-tch stay hot, ch-nky eyed, dutch in her purse
f-cking with me, believe you’ll be stuck in a he-rs-
the doctor couldn’t save your life cause i was f-cking his nurse
in love with the dirt cause clean just really ain’t my style
a b-st-rd cause i told your moms you really ain’t my child
b-tch 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 p-ss-es 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 f-ck boy, i’ll see you when i seek you
[chorus: jozeemo (rapper big pooh)]
(ay, i heard ’em say “you a b-st-rd 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”
[rapper big pooh:]
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 n-gg-
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