[Intro: Sheek Louch]
I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (Let's go)
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (Yeah)
I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (Get up)
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem (It's that club banger)
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem (You hear that? You can't sit down to that)
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem (Okay)
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Think we got a problem
Mask on, show you how to rob 'em
Revolver, show you how to solve 'em
Drivin' down Harlem, that Aston a problem
No tint fishball, it ain't hard to spot him
Think we got a problem, weed? Got too much
Only thing, damn, yo, I'm down to my last dutch
Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough
It's one of me, and these bitches, I count about three, four
Think we got a problem, the homie just all talk
He ain't gon' pop a balloon with a pitch fork
Think we got a problem in the club with this, dog
Rude boy, thugs, ladies, everybody
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem (Yo, shit, what they want?)
[Verse 2: The Game]
Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan
Black on black Aston, the twenty-one strapped in
Dominican chick ridin' shotty all strapped in
Customize the dash on my shotgun, strapped in
Cops on the shoulder, gotta pull a Hova
Time to fade to black 'cause I ain't pullin' over
The engine is a problem, that ain't no question
Pop the trunk, see the speakers kickin' like Beckham
Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot
Kiss and Styles should make me a member of The Lox
I take all the beats, I remember how to box
If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop
Remember how to load everything inside my Glock
Ask the niggas in the hood 'cause they remember who I shot
Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself
And I hate rats, so I dug a ditch for 'em myself, what?
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem
[Verse 3: Bun B]
Well, it's the king of the trill, Bun B'der, you know the name
And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game
Keep a bottle of Hennessy, a blunt of that purp
With my hand up on my heater and my killers on cherp
You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin'? Try your luck
'Cause I got sixteen homies with me that stay ready to buck
You can duck, dodge or dive, but it won't do diddly skwat
But leave you with a leaky liver and both your kidneys shot
But you may not pimpin', I ain't finna ask for it
My money, my hood or my respect, I'ma blast for it
You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause
I'ma beat you 'til you shittin' your draws, so call the laws 'cause–
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem, got a, got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
Think we got a problem– got a– got a problem
I think we got a problem– think we got a problem
