Представляем точный текст композиции "Problem Child" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста DMX . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Problem Child» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую DMX передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
DMX - "Problem Child"
Lyrics to Problem Child : {Mysonne} (DMX) {Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {Problem Children, yall niggaz got problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) [Chorus] {But they dont want no problems} (Nah baby) {But they dont want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they dont want no problems nah nah they dont want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they dont want no problems} {But they dont want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they dont want no problems nah nah they dont want no problems} (No problems Im telling you baby) [Mysonne] Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they guns Before I come its tolate yall had your fun Its all over now, I dont wanna talk to niggaz Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz Cause they done, only reason yall still breathing is cause yall run When we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocks Right in front of precents fuck cops niggaz want pops then they die for them Kiss the barrel, cry for them Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them Fuck voltron see what me and mines form In the nine storm, death times gone Im that cat that yall niggaz got your eyes on Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on The day that Im gone Im real fuck stardom niggaz wanna talk but they dont want no problems [Chorus] [DMX] All yall niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussy Acting like you really wanna bark back dont push me Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down You cowards know it now ima hold it down When Im done close it down Its my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit where Come on cupcake yall cats aint even built like that I been seen through they bullshit Im real like that I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back I know how to flip on a nigga split him with the bat I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch You motherfuckers dont want no problems cause my revolver is solving them One by one until its all of them Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga [Chorus] [Drag-On] Well its the kid that a Crush your head into a cake batter Yall know that cake mix but yall dont wanna taste this shit Guns I shouldve been arrested for Yall gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw Dont you test me boy Dont fuck with X or Drag to the dash Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash Dumpster amoung the rest of them fags My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures Keep a silence on the tip cant afford the noise My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys If your hot ill super soak you, wont be able to dry it off Just relax take you last breath and die it off Nothing but love I spread But if you take advantage the weight thats lead will rush your head You sweatll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve And no Im not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of me Its fun to me, nitches [Chorus] [ Problem Child Lyrics ]
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