Il testo della You got a problem

3, 2, 1, i'm that son of a gun, but one who has
The fun by the kilo and the ton. like marv
Albert but worse, i got the curse, got
Perverse with the nurse in the maternity
Ward. that's right, i'm nuts, ask fisty cuts. i
Got outpatient status at the brooklyn zoo.
Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that
Runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes.
When i get the blues i get it really bad, ask
Kronos for promos, feliz navidad. johnny
Black got my back, baby, happy or sad. if i
Fall out of your favor, don' get mad.

If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure
Will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty
Dollar bill.

My head feels like old vinyl, and like lionel,
I'm idle. secretly stalking the title, stealin'
Scenes by ways and means. and thats why
Marines got m-16's i think i love her, but
She's affected, bullshit detected. wonder
Why she got neglected, i legged it, turned up
Here, i'll have a beer and a joke about that
Guenevere. lord i been knowin' there'd be
Days like these, but please don't hit me with
The quick release, and don't rat me out to
Edwin meese, 'cause i been around the
World and the seven seas.

If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure
Will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty
Dollar bill. my mamma always told me
Never drink on pills, roll down the window
'cause i'm feelin' kinda ill.