less than a lot I've got problems, not just the ones that are little It's those people problems, it's something to consider When you come for dinner at my place I've got problems
mother tried to get us out, planned it to the last detail except the plan got derailed cos there wasn't enough money for the plain tickets how bitter when my mother
best is a felony Love it or leave it, You better gain way You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check
into one big huge slipper This way is left, which way is right OH, now I'll be circling in circles all night Oh, so this is forward. No problem
happened at you, you can't stop with these pills, And you've fallen off with your skills, and your own fans are laughin' at you. It become a problem you
throw you out the house You throw me out the house, I throw you on the couch Punch you in the mouth, fist fight till we turn this mother out And apologize
's why they call me CHORUS 4X [Verse 3] I take seven -- from ----- stand 'em all in line Add an AK - 47, a revolver, a nine A mack 11 and an all assault a problem
see We step inside a room, straight out the hood We promise to be good to each other Plus i love you so i know you goin' make a good mother Just try
You hadn't seen your father in such a long time He died in the arms of his lover how dare he Your mother never left the house She never married anyone
bed? Are you still mad I gave you ultimatums? Are you still mad I compared you to all My forty year old male friends? Are you still mad I shared our problems
and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [Outro] I'm gone. Peace Well I guess I got problems Dropped outta school ain't think about college So apologies to my mother
of living Common destiny amongst all One understanding amongst me and my woman So that we can't fall And keep moving forward based on actual fact Yes you'all my beautiful Mother
up in the womb, another malfunction 1, 2 and now the doctors discover they had to cut this lady's gut, and c-section me out of my mother Pop duke
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother
I'm bout to pull out the rubbers Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer mother And after that probably go to her house and sock her mother
LAX and still my mother calls And Cali, I'm a big man, Pau Gasol Mathematically speaking I think it's problem solved I wish I had time to address challengers
my mother gave me I'm gonna drop the devil to the floor I'm gonna drop the devil to his knees I'm gonna drop the devil to his knees The problem is someone
the mother fucking remix [Mase] Uh yea Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem