The problem isn't the lyrics on the records It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist But the real problem is the fear of the white girl Falling
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records. It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist. But the real problem is the fear of the white girl
town ready to thug and go down Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto Let me see you throw them things and if it's real Nigga keep it real show me
radio Or seen the tv See me for me She smiled touchin my chest Trigga you a mess Baby im for real She said you better be Baby im so for real you can
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn
) Oh I wont deny that everything in my body wants to know that you're the one Ne-Yo: (Then whats the problem girl?) See I cant take this serious,
back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver
and rebel every time i'm on a Microphone on the stage cold illin' The knowledge i drop will be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the
like im toss packs/ it just seem like im goin' to the Laundromat/ it's a real shame/ especial/ when the Jake know your/ ya face/ ya birthday/ and ya real
to see Pac come back? You want to see this shit? it's here nigga, it's here [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth
enters with confusion Government that makes a state They have the same solution Problems are solved with hate Children dying, burning, screaming It's not real
never shot guns and they never had ta scrap [Juicy J] He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck Made his body cold left from red and wet Body curved
For all you other rappers with self-proclaimed titles Shut up and face the true supreme idol Rappers, I'm here so come get it But those that tried are real
ready to stab like the riff from the melody Telling me different Im felony riffing Melons be dripping, temper wild, Melanie Griffin Stiffing your body
You don't want no problems, problems You don't want no problems, problems Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass Come on, that's my nigga right there, let
gliding, so far just spinning our wheels When all the bodies fall do they face the sky To choose which star to make it home When all the bodies fall
