Текст песни AZ - Problems

9 Lives
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: AZ
Альбом: 9 Lives
Длительность: 04:08
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[Chorus] I had some problems And no one could seem to solve them But you found the answer Told me to take this chance [AZ - speaking over Chorus] Yeah, now dig You got, rich niggaz right They do what they wanna do Heh, and you got Broke niggaz, you heard? They do what they gotta do Now ask yourself, which one are you? Ha, fall back [Verse 1 - AZ] Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me Never show envy, got a style I maxed I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', 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 [Chorus] [AZ - speaking over Chorus] You know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now [Verse 2 - AZ] 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'll leave me sick like I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick I did dirt through my days but hid my work Even then I still 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 press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be [Chorus] [AZ - speaking over Chorus] You know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now I got it locked, feel me! [Verse 3 - AZ] 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 nickles, 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 ropin Too many niggaz got deep emotions The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they 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 [Chorus] [AZ - speaking over Chorus] You know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now What y'all want from me? [Chorus] [AZ - speaking over Chorus] Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me I'm tryin to live man, nah mean? I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down I'm tryin to climb up man Get off my back baby 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... {*music fades*}
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