Think We Got a Problem

[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