Представляем точный текст композиции "Problems" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Stat Quo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Problems» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Stat Quo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Stat Quo - "Problems"
Lyrics to Problems : [Intro] Uh! Uh! Uh! A-Town! A-Town! Yeah! Yeah! LT Moe on this motherfucking track nigga! Cmon! GMM! Cmon! Yeah! Stat! Quo! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Uh! Uh! Lotta niggaz talking that bullshit, yeah! We gon do that and do this here Cmon! You dont want no motherfucking problem bitch ass nigga A-Town! Yeah! Uh! [Verse] Where you from' Im from the A hoe Said Im out, been bucking on bustas and gettin that pay hoe Our minds is paid for, hit the blocks like Lego Keep their hands on the special Cause theyll show you what tecs do Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system Listen, they bust to survive Your squad be bustin for recognition Frontin and ass kissin, industury pussy nigga They gankin your batter before it get to the cookie nigga Them killas live round here, dont bring your ass down here Niggaz have a tendency to act up and clown here Tote thangs, no thang, good their aint no game down here Bright white to brown in grand money exchange here You already know what it is playa, a PD cant save ya Your times up, flat line, shorty see ya later No amount of favors, no amount of paper Cant stop the inevitable death of a hater [Chorus x2] And you dont want problems, bitch nigga believe it Their hand is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it So save all that drama, them boys tote armor Ill have you laying dead right in front of yo mama [Verse] News is real folk You dont wanna make it on there Its dangerous niggaz want warfare playa Aint no "oops" "Im sorry" or "my bad" shit Skulls split wide open for some dumbass shit Young wipper snapper flappin his lip Part of the game is this They marksmen homes, they dont miss Cops come, they dont snitch No witnesses at the crime scene Just your body leaking at Yao Ming When the lights go off pimp, the sharks come out Thangs bang out, bust till ya brains hang out Come to your house, sitting on your porch where ya live Waiting till ya come back to the crib Im trying to tell ya how This aint bout no rap song, its real life Cant nobody tell ya what gettin killed, feel like The trill is trill, the fake is fake And they dont make bulletproof vests for ya face, YEAH! [Chorus x2] [ Problems Lyrics ]
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