Letras:
Fake Problems Other

Oh my god, you must be joking me. I could hardly believe it at all. And oh my lord, you must be kidding me, I said when I got the call. America just

how low can you go another one bites the dust for rock and roll and another one down and another one down you remember basement shows you would call

, niggaz can't fuck with us Tu', word up Ninety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherfucker over Niggaz got PROBLEMS in ninety-one Ninety-two, and ninety-three and all that other

alwayz said everything was gonna be ait And she was right and that's one reason why I love her But everything she said went in one ear and out the other

but the body look grown, whoa Before I catch a case I better take my ass home Where the problems is, arguments be +Daly+ like +Carson+ is But the problem

ass can't cash 145 and I'm out of your weight class Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast Cause I know how to handle your fake

I guess my mother never loved my dad And now I wear it on my sleeve My sister called me just the other day It felt so good to hear her voice My problem

for me. And ain't no other lady gonna sex up my baby, but me. Oo, baby that's how it's s'pose to be. But he want to get it off no problem He knows he

alcoholic niggas, we cause depression' A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin' Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin' All because we makin' cheddar other