Slim Thug - Problematic Lyrics
[Verse - Slim Thug]Late night see me post up, Boss Hogg soldierGlock in my holsta ready to *****ing smoke somethingIn the big Bentley Sedan, no chauffeurRiding on spinners and they rolling like a coasterYoung and successful, I belong on OprahI sell that shit to step with the cobraHustling and thugging till my life is overHouston, we have a problem..[Chorus - Pharrell Williams] (4x)Problematic nigga, problematic niggaProblematic nigga, problematic nigga[Verse - Slim Thug]Houston we have a problem by the name of SlimAnd yeah we had a few problems but none like himI saw some come, but none got the job done like himI know some hustlers but I ain't seen one like himStart static, watch how quick I click the automaticRatta-tat-tat-tatted till you haters been hadedI started out above average, class mates get your grades upI can't be stopped, you're in my spot, you got to raise upI'm getting blazed up, with the flows or .44'sI'm here to win case closed, which ever weapon you choseNiggaz don't want a piece of me, I do this shit so easilyHell y'all done let Pharrell bring out the beast in meIt's bout to get ugly, first nigga mug meI'm a hit 'em wit some slugs, have 'em looking bloodyIf you scared call the mother*****ing laws!You niggaz don't want it wit me and my HoggsWe got a problem![Chorus][Verse - Slim Thug]What you boys gon do, when them Blue Boyz come throughAnd them blue toys for you, pointing them toys at youWhen the noise is through, they'll be no more hatingI send haters to Satan, they can't shake what I'm bakingThey can't take what I'm making, the po po get to quakingAin't no mistaking, I make these haters meet they make andI'm here to seize the nation, waving our guns and badgeSo get down on the floor and up your drugs and cashLadies pass your bags, gon pass your stashMove fast, all good samaritans get blastFirst smart ass try to inform 911First class on a nonstop flight to heavenTwenty four / seven, three sixty-fiveI'm on my job like the mob till the day I dieIf you scared call the mother*****ing laws!You niggaz don't want it wit me and my HoggsWe got a problem![Chorus][Verse - Slim Thug]I'm problematic cause nigga I gotta have itI'm a Hogg so I'm taking every shot I got at itThese streets is mine, we can beef, that's fineBetter respect my mind, get out line ya dyingI'm a soldier, I told ya, don't make a nigga fold yaRoll ya like a roller, blow you like some dojaDon't want problems, but I'm quick to solve emFive deep but an ounce'll have somebody revolve emNiggaz got it *****ed up, bout to get bucked upMake me pull that truck up, have you niggaz stuck upI been here for years, I ain't just up in luck upNigga I'm a hustler, I been putting bucks upI drive a car that'll make ya put your trucks upWe some G's, we ain't *****ing wit no suckasWe untouchable, these niggaz can't touch usHouston, we have a problem..[Chorus]
