A Tribe Called Quest - 8 Million Stories lyrics

Went to Carvel to get a milkshake
This honey ripped me off for
All my loot cakes
The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket
Somebody broke into my ride
And cold macked it
Yo Tip I tell you man the devil's tryin' it
But I'm goin' to stay strong
'cause I ain't buyin' it
Tonight I'm taking Sherry out
I don't have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped
In the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up on the phone, oh shit
I'm frying it will someone tell me what did
I do to deserve this? I think I'll
Pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother wants Barney, cool
I'm gettin' it took him down to Kay-Bee
They ain't sellin' it
Here we go with the crying
Yo he's throwing fit's
My blood pressure's blowing up
I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted
Now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed
Where's my radio? One time
The car was in the shop I had to borrow see
They had no mercy on the car
Lyor will kill me
Where the hell can Nicki be?
I'm gonna smack her up
I got the tickets for the Knicks
And she cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off
Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo
Sheila's home
Steady smiling like a mother yo
I'm read' to bone
Went down on hon, she's in the red zone
Stressed out more than anyone could ever be
Forever tryin' to clear the samples
For my new LP
Everybody knows I go to Georgia often
Got on the flight and I ended up in Boston
With all these trials and tribulations, yo
I've been affected
And to top it off, Starks got ejected
Problems, problems, problems
Woe is me I'm having problems, problems
Problems

Just last week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte'
(c'mon)
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
Walking towards the car
Here come the damn cops
Now I'm station bound for the Thai sticks
I bought it for my man
I don't believe this shit
Coach sat me down from the ball team
'Cause I was breaking niggas on the inseams
Some niggas 'cross town was
Trying to stick me
All I had was shorts, a dollar-fifty
Picked up this girl in the hooptie
Just because I rhyme she tried to soup me
Pay for this, pay for that
Loot for nails and hair
Who the hell you think I am, Mr belvedere?
Go and get a bloody job, then can we locute
Even if you give me boots
You'll never see my loot
She wasn't even all of that
Just another hooker
So I turned that ass away
Quick like Chuckii Booker
Sometimes you gotta put the hoes
In their friggin' place
Just move from in front me
With your batty face!
Problems, problems, problems
Lord knows I'm havin' problems, problems
Problems
Jesus Christ I'm havin' problems, problems
Problems
Pray for me I'm havin' problems, problems
Problems

Yeah yeah
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside
Hah, and you'll be alright
Know what I'm sayin'?
Love and peace from Phife for '93
Know what I'm sayin'?
Tribe Called Quest, Shaheed and Tip
This is how we flip
My man Muhammad in the house, huh
(come on, come on)
Zulu Nation in the house, huh
(come on, come on)
Subroc is in the house, huh
(come on, come on)
My man Skeff in the house, huh
(come on, come on)
Jarobi White is in the house, huh
(come on, come on)
Bob Power in the house, huh
(come on, come on)
My man Eric in the house, huh
(come on, come on)
My man Litro in the house, huh
(come on, come on)

Help me out y'all, help me out now
Help me out y'all, help me out now
Help me out God, I really need ya
Help me out now, I really need ya
Help me out y'all, help me out now
I'm having problems, help me out now
Really need ya, to help me out now
Help me out y'all, help me out now
Help me out y'all, help me out now
Help me out y'all, help me out now
Help me out God, I really need ya
Havin problems, help me out now
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me muhammad!