Big O - The Problem [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

What's up Luo, you can't take Weezy off the hook on this shit?
Well fuck it then let it rock, man its straight
I'll still eat it

Chorus X3
Mother fucking problem, mother fucking problem
He's a beast he's a dog he's the mother fucking problem

I risk money daily like a stock broker
Thought I knew it all influenced small off a Pac poster
I jeweles like an arab prince
Statey's favorite excuse is me having tints
I was trynna' cruise with the baddest bitch
No gag reflexes down to the 7th inch
I rock chains like Mr.T
And they plotting on me, until I lift my tee
I'm ready to go to war with his bitch ass
Bet he folds in the middle like zig zags
I used to Rob with my father's gun
I was making moves like I'm on the run
All the paper that you made from your petty stick ups
You dumb lil' niggas I probly made off of one
I do big jobs, real big jobs
A lot of connects were good to me, that I still rob

Chorus x3
(508 Let's Go, I'm Ready to put the whole motherfucking city on my back)

Where I'm from it's so hard trynna be legit
Coming up I always tried to be the shit
Fast money took momma's little boy away
Turned to crime like fuck what an employer pay
I had to pass the bottle
Call me batman, I mastered robbin
I done came up
I'm bringing packs from boston like what you need cousin
I always got a P like I had a bladder problem
I'm real cautious when I move out the wheels
Got more crackers on my back than two dollar bills
Before I get low, I gotto order mo'
1 wheel on our lex, and a handle on a 44
With a nose thats longer than pinoccio's
Big O started younger than colodrero
Yeah, all I spit is hot bars
These aren't rap bars, they Allah-hu ack bars

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