Testi The Problem (LAWWWDDD) - Pharrell Williams, N.O.R.E.

The Problem (LAWWWDDD)

The moment when you see that nigga face again\nReplay it in your mind then your breathing change\nHe’s reaching in his jacket, he gon make it rain\nThe bystanders screaming lawwwdd\nThe DJ screaming lawwwdd\nThe AK screaming lawwwdd\nBless that nigga’s mama’s heart\nHer baby stretched out on the boulevard\nNiggas tryin' to shit on me and make history\nSupposedly I help chicks, help them with groceries\nSupposedly I still break, gripping my rosary\nStill shoot ya block up to make you notice me\n(Lawwwdd) Bullets flyin in the air much\nFucking heard the guy hurt, I don’t even care much\n(Lawwwdd) And I’m still smoking bogomill\nStill have the street meeting, stop one broker deals\nYou my nigga nigga fuck how nigga Oprah feels\nPapi, I pop guns, they don’t pop me\nKnown for shooting niggas, but nah, they never shot me\nHang hang good belt gang, don’t make us pop three\nYeah, I hear you talking what year, nigga whatever nigga\nYou did time, me too nigga, whatever nigga\nPussy plus dick could only equal to fuck\nNORE + Pharrell could only equal to what what what what\nFrom blood money to love money to thug money\nNino what up? Fucking the oldest G’s money\nI’ve shot niggas in they motherfucking peep holes\nWinter time, shot niggas in they ski clothes\n(Lawwwdd) still I stay focused still\nCatch cases, got cases is open still\n(Lawwwdd) slime father, slime out\nGood belt gang hang hang, nigga ride out\nNeptune, cocker spaniel, underground, Ralph McDaniels\nMy dick, two can handle two chicks, tu Cumpleanos\nItalian shit, The Soprano, I attack like I’m Rambo\nI attack, I attack, counteract, cardiac\nShootin at yo Pontiac, wherever where your army at\n(Lawwwdd) Moscato with the peach mix\n(Lawwwdd) I’m just rollin with some freak chicks\n(Lawwwdd) here the drinks come spiked, prefixed