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slim thug - problematic lyrics

[verse – slim thug]
late night see me post up, boss hogg soldier
glock in my holsta ready to f-cking smoke something
in the big bentley sedan, no chauffeur
riding on spinners and they rolling like a coaster
young and successful, i belong on oprah
i sell that sh-t to step with the cobra
hustling and thugging till my life is over
houston, we have a problem.

[chorus – pharrell williams] (4x)
problematic n-gg-, problematic n-gg-
problematic n-gg-, problematic n-gg-

[verse – slim thug]
houston we have a problem by the name of slim
and yeah we had a few problems but none like him
i saw some come, but none got the job done like him
i know some hustlers but i ain’t seen one like him
start static, watch how quick i click the automatic
ratta-tat-tat-tatted till you haters been haded
i started out above average, cl-ss mates get your grades up
i can’t be stopped, you’re in my spot, you got to raise up
i’m getting blazed up, with the flows or .44’s
i’m here to win case closed, which ever weapon you chose
n-gg-z don’t want a piece of me, i do this sh-t so easily
h-ll y’all done let pharrell bring out the beast in me
it’s bout to get ugly, first n-gg- mug me
i’m a hit ’em wit some slugs, have ’em looking bl–dy
if you scared call the motherf-cking laws!
you n-gg-z don’t want it wit me and my hoggs
we got a problem!

[chorus]

[verse – slim thug]
what you boys gon do, when them blue boyz come through
and them blue toys for you, pointing them toys at you
when the noise is through, they’ll be no more hating
i send haters to satan, they can’t shake what i’m baking
they can’t take what i’m making, the po po get to quaking
ain’t no mistaking, i make these haters meet they make and
i’m here to seize the nation, waving our guns and badge
so get down on the floor and up your drugs and cash
ladies p-ss your bags, gon p-ss your stash
move fast, all good samaritans get blast
first smart -ss try to inform 911
first cl-ss on a nonstop flight to heaven
twenty four / seven, three sixty-five
i’m on my job like the mob till the day i die
if you scared call the motherf-cking laws!
you n-gg-z don’t want it wit me and my hoggs
we got a problem!

[chorus]

[verse – slim thug]
i’m problematic cause n-gg- i gotta have it
i’m a hogg so i’m taking every shot i got at it
these streets is mine, we can beef, that’s fine
better respect my mind, get out line ya dying
i’m a soldier, i told ya, don’t make a n-gg- fold ya
roll ya like a roller, blow you like some doja
don’t want problems, but i’m quick to solve em
five deep but an ounce’ll have somebody revolve em
n-gg-z got it f-cked up, bout to get bucked up
make me pull that truck up, have you n-gg-z stuck up
i been here for years, i ain’t just up in luck up
n-gg- i’m a hustler, i been putting bucks up
i drive a car that’ll make ya put your trucks up
we some g’s, we ain’t f-cking wit no suckas
we untouchable, these n-gg-z can’t touch us
houston, we have a problem.

[chorus]

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