B.G. - Problems Lyrics
Hook: Ive got problemsIn my *****ing house***** would you pleaseGet the ***** out[verse 1]Trust these hoes, they all slickI found out, they aint shitAlmost was played by my main *****Over, she tried to pull 1 on quickIm paperchasing, trying to get richOn a 68 tour with my cliqueShe hit me while Im on the floor and was likeAint shit bad cause moms finna uniteI say bad, when its coolBut now, check what this hoe doSlickly moving momma in my houseCause picture the whole wild she put outNow dat aint even the half of itWit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousinsBaby got comfortable in my shitShowing off dust and trailings after they piss*****es, wild kids, jumping and playingBreak lamps, wasting food and leaving stainsMom laying in my lazy boyKids jamming tapes in my vcrFlipping my tv like a light switchGod can only stop me from killing this *****Im on the way back to my cribI pull up, this cant be how I liveI jump out ready, to start *****ingIm pissed off, mad and disgusted***** tryna give me a excuseIt aint nothing you can say or doYou ask the mind state, to do the badYou aint said nothing bout cha whole famLook at my shit, its *****ed upAt least smell like a project cutYou aint had the decency to clean upYou, ya ma, and children, can pack upPlease hurry before I go rawAnd mess around in here and catch a chargeYou don showed me, you aint shitYou showed me, a ***** gon be a *****Look what you don caused in my houseBefore you get pissed (the whip) get outHook: Ive got problemsIn my *****ing house***** would you pleaseGet the ***** out[verse 2]Heres another *****ed up episodeMy cousin came to visit from chicagoI aint saying since we was young bucksI turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustasSo why he down visiting, he staying wit meI put him under surveilence longer than a weekHe dont put 100% in his hygenesHe lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetzHe eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for freeHe aint cleaning behind his self, he think its the double treeIm almost to the point to ask himWhats happening? but I know, he get smart, ima slap himNow I gotta leave him by his self for the weekendI gotta fly to handle business in cleavelandI jet and this nigga go through my phone numbersCall em, tell him I got him a surprise party, come overSo happen that Im finished a day earlyAnd decide to fly back home and check on this *****I get down, *****ed up my shit packed like a nightclubSofas ripped, tape is broke and its full of weed smokersNigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouthIma knock-out, I cant believe what he did to my houseHook: Ive got problemsIn my *****ing house***** would you pleaseGet the ***** out
