- AZ Problems 歌詞
- AZ
- I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance
[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
Yeah, now dig
You got, rich *****z right
They do what they wanna do
Heh, and you got
Broke *****z, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you?
Ha, fall back
[Verse 1 - AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty
**** is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I maxed
Im like po, back in eighty-fo, now smile at that
Unseen when Im low, but still right in your face
Im so skinny, but that semi-autos right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how Im movin if we had any beef
Beats relax me , good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the Ds creepin past me
Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart
Love ***** wit pretty lips, when you **** it it fart
Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if its summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs thats deep
Im just another *** ** next up, tryin to eat
[Chorus]
[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
Its all for yall now
[ Verse 2 - AZ]
But it seems, yall would rather
See me hit than, see my rich
Get bagged over some bull**** and see me snitch
Hopin some AIDS ho * ****ll leave me sick like
Im a sucker for love wit some easy ****
Idid dirt through my days but hid my work
Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
My games jumpin, we all had our days of barkin
You could tell *****z styles by they ways of parkin
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point its like we, over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri
Yall can bet Ima rep how its supposed to be
[Chorus]
[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
Its all for yall now
I got it locked, feel me!
[Verse 3 - AZ]
Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain
Its only real, certain *****z mention my name
Some relate , others stay numb in the face
Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race
Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like em slim
Light makeup, that **** that blend right wit they skin
So whats the issue? All **** sucks is still official
Cold-steel nickles, and Phil Im still wit you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin
Late night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin, hustle the rap Ima keep ropin
Too many *****z got deep emotions
The stress got em, who else wanna express they problems?
Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom
To a false, feel a fake love or hate
Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate
[Chorus]
[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
Its all for yall now
What yall want from me?
[Chorus]
[AZ - speaking over Chorus ]
Yeah, yall haters better get a hustle man, stop ****in wit me
Im tryin to live man, nah mean?
I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down
Im tryin to climb up man
Get off my back baby
Its all a game man dont hate me hate the game
AZ the Visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, what the ****... {'{'}*music fades*}
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