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we a problem - off with his head (owhh) lyrics

off with his head (owhh) ℗ & © 2012
written by: basil l chin jr., gabrielle j murrell, and joseph stevens
performed by: ace sinna, ladi g and ya boy skolla
published by: the next phase entertainment llc publishing – bmi & t-ti penny music – ascap

[ace sinna speaks:]

wooooo… uh ohhhhh
yeah we a problem!
skolla, g, sinna!

[ace sinna verse:]

feel free to sing along (yeah), me i’m trying to marry money (money)
so if u chasin i suggest you bring a ring along
d-mn where the day go? we all in san diego (swag)
you couldn’t find this polo (nah) like carmen sandiego (woo)
this piece here’s a one of one, uh oh here the summer come (grrrr)
2 cannot be number 1 (nah) sorry son ya fun is none (yes)
sinna give dem b-tches wood, suck it til the lumbers numb
sleeping on me really? whoa, never mind ya slumber’s done (bang, bang, bang)
you’ll need to go to law school to get this bar (whoop)
we a problem the only way u get this far (whoop)
go to war that’s the only way you get this scar (d-mn right)
there’s a waiting list only way u get this car (varoom)
i’m in the fast lane racing to the cash man (bark)
terrorist swag, al qaeda… crash planes (bark)
unabomber flow, respect the drama, no (bark)
i’m smoking sour in the islands where the ganja grow (exhales)
n-ggas grillin like i know these kids
u send shots, i bend shots like jolie did (boom boom boom)
catch a bullet like freeman (why), amazing grace (laughs)
you’ll be able to hail mary (woah) face to face (d-mn)
sinna, break the haze down, show oprah the color purple (yeah)
family matters and we don’t really f-ck wit urkel’s (never)
but i keep a stefon (yeah) and that’s the circle (yeah)
whether street or commercial we a problem! (bang)

[chorus:]

“k!ll em, k!ll em… off with his head (3x)
when we bury bodies, we up off with this bread”

[ladi g intro:]

yeah, yeah, ok…..

[ladi g verse:]

heads off no gillitean, my bars bang, my swag mean
i’m piffed out, chu p-ssed off, it’s our year, so get loss
i’m turnt up, they turned back, like g swear she bout that
they chit chat, i cl!ck clack
they trey pound and bang back (blaow)
huhhhh nikkas got me twisted
bed pans and last prayer visits
i’m the topic of interest, study of matter
b-tch its simple physics, haaa i bet yall missed it
keep up won’t slow it down (down)
i put a couple figures up against any n-gga that
that think they could hold a round
against us 3, (woah) skolla, ace sinna and ladi g
no mercy, pon the thirsty
who smile first ds, then curse me
i’m fly sh-t, i’m high b-tch
my jaguar’s a hybrid
my outfit won’t find it, school you n-ggas, then pay yo college
only trickin cuz we got it
and i ain’t even got a wallet
in your hood, i’m still good
why you creepin through ya projects
ya whole team i’ll pay off
just for ya head on a platter
dreams i shatter, only cuz we a problem
haaaaa

[chorus:]

“k!ll em, k!ll em… off with his head (3x)
when we bury bodies, we up off with this bread”

[ya boy skolla intro:]

mooviiin!!!! (ugh)…skolla…i-95…n-ggas know how i do man…aaaaaaaaa’s up!!

[ya boy skolla verse:]

okay i might just tear ya top off (huh)…put ‘em on display
i circle around and tear the block off for all my n-ggas to spray again (gun sound)
if money’s my motive my hustle never stumble (no)
i’m on my high horse my swag out weigh the humble (huh)
i’m treatin’ the game like a royal rumble (why)
the hood’s animal planet some of ya’ll cats don’t belong in jungles (laugh)
stop the anecdote my strap bigger ya hammer’s toast
for…a couple of grapes my goons split ya f-ckin’ cantaloupe (yeah)
skolla’s a heavy weight…ya’ll n-ggas thin feathers
i’m hot…spit mayweather the number 1 chin checker (whoa)
expect me to floss wit’ rocks you can climb on
hublot hundred racks the sh-t you tell time on (nice)
first draft pick you sloppy seconds even thousands (huh)
ya boy found his edge like he was peakin’ over the rocky mountains (skolla!)
side eye for n-ggas creepin’ on me (yea)
here’s a towel take the crust out ya eyes and stop sleepin’ on me (we a problem)

[chorus:]

“k!ll em, k!ll em… off with his head (3x)
when we bury bodies, we up off with this bread”

- we a problem lyrics

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