Webbie, Boosie Badazz - Problem lyrics
[Webbie, Boosie Badazz - Problem lyrics]
Huh, What? Nigga, do you gotta problem?
Cause you can get exposed
Hope you got your hittas let 'em know
Nigga, you fucking with a problem?
(A problem) we be throwing 4's (4's)
Stomping out niggas like the zone
Nigga, we solve problems (problem)
We come to your door
Knock, knock, chop, chop
(knock knock knock knock knock) here we go
Cause we heard you had a problem (A problem)
Gotta problem, nigga? (A problem)
Gotta problem, nigga? (A problem)
Gotta problem, nigga? (A problem)
I went to gutter school
Boosie Boo a problem solver
Me and my a lil goon and my 38 Revolver
Cut your throat twice, thug life, bulldoggin'
Bitch, if it's beef, we don't sleep
We stalkin' send a ride to see your
Pussy-ass and won't be late
Bitch nigga, you got a problem
You must don't want your face
You fucking with a ace in the hole, a maniac
Nigga
Smoke fire all that, Boosie bringing that
Nigga bust your head in the 'lac
Rip the threads off the seats
Tattletaling-ass nigga
"Boosie messing with me!"
That's you letting em drugs make
You fuck with a G you got a problem, bitch
I'm putting you to sleep bitch ya ass gotta
(I'm telling you
Savage Life what's Happening? Look)
Say what's on your mind
Let me know how you feel
Boy, I do this all the time
And you know I'm for real
And you know I'm with Trill
Hunt your dog like a deer
But we ain't gotta get retarded
Man, I'm just tryna chill
Got the ball no fumbling
Cross us, we rumbling
Fuck ya'll niggas, we don't need no company
California Ganja and
You know how we coming, it's
Never 1 on 1, you know everybody jumping in
Pumps in the trunk
Just in case we have to hunt again
Hit you in your legs see that
You don't ever run again
Put that dick up on her, got her moaning
Finna cum again look, I know you pussy boy
But, I was still wondering
Boy you fuck with Boosie
You gon' get your shit wet
It's like Mouse on the track
It's a hit after that
You're a bitch, you're a rat
You're a stone-cold sucka
I'm a G from across the tracks
And I'm a stone-cold hustla
And plus I got in me
You know why I get to pimping
RIP to Pheezus
Still got bustas I ain't get yet
Rappers get to tripping
We pop the full clips in
We scrape the track with niggas
This ain't just here for the dissing
Cause you can get exposed
Hope you got your hittas let 'em know
Nigga, you fucking with a problem?
(A problem) we be throwing 4's (4's)
Stomping out niggas like the zone
Nigga, we solve problems (problem)
We come to your door
Knock, knock, chop, chop
(knock knock knock knock knock) here we go
Cause we heard you had a problem (A problem)
Gotta problem, nigga? (A problem)
Gotta problem, nigga? (A problem)
Gotta problem, nigga? (A problem)
I went to gutter school
Boosie Boo a problem solver
Me and my a lil goon and my 38 Revolver
Cut your throat twice, thug life, bulldoggin'
Bitch, if it's beef, we don't sleep
We stalkin' send a ride to see your
Pussy-ass and won't be late
Bitch nigga, you got a problem
You must don't want your face
You fucking with a ace in the hole, a maniac
Nigga
Smoke fire all that, Boosie bringing that
Nigga bust your head in the 'lac
Rip the threads off the seats
Tattletaling-ass nigga
"Boosie messing with me!"
That's you letting em drugs make
You fuck with a G you got a problem, bitch
I'm putting you to sleep bitch ya ass gotta
(I'm telling you
Savage Life what's Happening? Look)
Say what's on your mind
Let me know how you feel
Boy, I do this all the time
And you know I'm for real
And you know I'm with Trill
Hunt your dog like a deer
But we ain't gotta get retarded
Man, I'm just tryna chill
Got the ball no fumbling
Cross us, we rumbling
Fuck ya'll niggas, we don't need no company
California Ganja and
You know how we coming, it's
Never 1 on 1, you know everybody jumping in
Pumps in the trunk
Just in case we have to hunt again
Hit you in your legs see that
You don't ever run again
Put that dick up on her, got her moaning
Finna cum again look, I know you pussy boy
But, I was still wondering
Boy you fuck with Boosie
You gon' get your shit wet
It's like Mouse on the track
It's a hit after that
You're a bitch, you're a rat
You're a stone-cold sucka
I'm a G from across the tracks
And I'm a stone-cold hustla
And plus I got in me
You know why I get to pimping
RIP to Pheezus
Still got bustas I ain't get yet
Rappers get to tripping
We pop the full clips in
We scrape the track with niggas
This ain't just here for the dissing