Think We Got a Problem

Lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch] I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (Let's go) [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (Yeah) I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (Get up) I think we got a problem– think we got a problem (It's that club banger) Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (You hear that? You can't sit down to that) I think we got a problem– think we got a problem (Okay) [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Think we got a problem Mask on, show you how to rob 'em Revolver, show you how to solve 'em Drivin' down Harlem, that Aston a problem No tint fishball, it ain't hard to spot him Think we got a problem, weed? Got too much Only thing, damn, yo, I'm down to my last dutch Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough It's one of me, and these bitches, I count about three, four Think we got a problem, the homie just all talk He ain't gon' pop a balloon with a pitch fork Think we got a problem in the club with this, dog Rude boy, thugs, ladies, everybody [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– think we got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– think we got a problem (Yo, shit, what they want?) [Verse 2: The Game] Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan Black on black Aston, the twenty-one strapped in Dominican chick ridin' shotty all strapped in Customize the dash on my shotgun, strapped in Cops on the shoulder, gotta pull a Hova Time to fade to black 'cause I ain't pullin' over The engine is a problem, that ain't no question Pop the trunk, see the speakers kickin' like Beckham Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot Kiss and Styles should make me a member of The Lox I take all the beats, I remember how to box If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop Remember how to load everything inside my Glock Ask the niggas in the hood 'cause they remember who I shot Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself And I hate rats, so I dug a ditch for 'em myself, what? [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– think we got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– think we got a problem [Verse 3: Bun B] Well, it's the king of the trill, Bun B'der, you know the name And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game Keep a bottle of Hennessy, a blunt of that purp With my hand up on my heater and my killers on cherp You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin'? Try your luck 'Cause I got sixteen homies with me that stay ready to buck You can duck, dodge or dive, but it won't do diddly skwat But leave you with a leaky liver and both your kidneys shot But you may not pimpin', I ain't finna ask for it My money, my hood or my respect, I'ma blast for it You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause I'ma beat you 'til you shittin' your draws, so call the laws 'cause– [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– think we got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem I think we got a problem– think we got a problem