Al’ Tariq, Problemz - Think Not lyrics

From the East to the South to
The West to the North
Come on Al' Tariq, go off and go off!
A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all
So unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'all

I dusted off the 44 chrome
Threw my Nike hat on the dome
Plus pack the celly phone
Left out my home alone
To roam these wicked streets in the US of A
See no matter where you at
Motherfucking crime pay but not my way
Put them days of slinging behind me
Now I rock spots where only
Rap fiends can find me and that remind me
Can't forget my 1-800 beeper
So I can keep a eye on my mida mida
Now, loaded up my shit in
This van to tour America
I'm out to get this cheese


And to see every area
Of every city, every corner and back street
Thought shit would be calm like
That cover of BlackSTREET
Wrong impression, from the beginning
We get to sinning
All up and down the East coast yo
We banging women
The Beatnuts and Common Sense
Is steady trucking got chickens sucking
Raw dog we steady fucking
But out luck in this game
Runs out through the Carolinas
Deep in the woods
Niggas licking off behind us
Glad they didn't find us
Glad we didn't get tackled
Thought brothers only played for keeps
Up in the Apple

All around the world they sling
Rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing
Connect the dots
Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing
The shit is all the same and
That's the point of this discussion
All around the world they sling
Rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing
Connect the dots
Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing
The shit is all the same and
That's the point of this discussion

Now Common knew this chick that
Lived deep in 'ouisiana
A thick ass and shit
But she sleep with Peaseyanna
BE and Anna, and every other ho, what is it
So we made our visit short
Blew like a blizzard
We on our way now, OK now we headed
To good ol' Tex' and all
Gun shit get deaded cause down here
Niggas don't fear a good ol' shoot-em-up
They love to suit 'em up
So don't try to 32 'em up
Even my big 44 don't scare no more
I hear gunshots, son son hit the floor
I get my dough, I'm out, did my show
I scout for some ho-ass
I need some more ass on my route
No doubt, avoiding hexes
Floating through Texas
Stackin them checkses
Gets me a beaming Lexus
Now next is the state of Cali-forn-IA
My word is bond-IA to Cali-forn-IA
But I represent the Q and you knew
Whole hearted
That I'd be trooping through with
Crew so don't get started
Or get smarted, by the certified black sheep
Al' Tariq, now let's troop West to East
Cause

All around the world they sling
Rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing
Connect the dots
Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing
The shit is all the same and
That's the point of this discussion
All around the world they sling
Rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing
Connect the dots
Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing
The shit is all the same and
That's the point of this discussion

Now peep the way we slid in to Colorado
Where my bravado
Had 'em screaming cause I'm that macho
That top honcho
Banging bodies like I'm Camacho
Hitting notes like Pavarotti
Caught this hottie, bang that body
Saw the shottie on this gang nigga
And he was focused
Then I spot his crew swarming
Through like they was locusts
? know this ain't his spot
So I bag up the shorts
Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans
Adjust my Polo Sports
I got this jigga for some
Slicing but no blasting material
Just wish I had that chrome
44 without the serial
Number, so I can give him slumber
Vaporize these niggas holding triggers yo
I coulda put him under
But no time to wonder
It's getting tight up in this piece
Took honey by her hand, to my van
So we headed East now is you with me? Or you
Gon' stay out here and freeze
With all these motherfucking trees and the
Snow up to your knees
So what's your answer sister? Next stop
The Windy City
She said, "yeah I don't care
But 'Riq would you lick my
Kitty-kat?" Hon I can do that
Hop in the van but before I ever can
Yo you gotta see my man
Now here we go go, to At lan ta
Through with La na, puffing lye, gettin high
Alright? Chi Town, we hit ground
We headed South to the side
Four corner hustlers is in the house
Woo woo woo woo, we kicking script
About our journey make shorty hit the road
Got no dough for no attorney
Plus she didn't burn me
I guess I'm lucky this time
But the next time I wind
Strictly dick and rubbers combined

All around the world they sling
Rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing
Connect the dots
Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing
The shit is all the same and
That's the point of this discussion
All around the world they sling
Rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing
Connect the dots
Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing
The shit is all the same and
That's the point of this discussion