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Don't Want No Problems Lyrics - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota - Field Mob

Yeah, all in my face feelin' me 

All in my face feelin' me 

 

We was up in the club 

Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessey 

My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me 

Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee 

 

To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me 

Bud we pretend to weed, Hennessey to silly games 

Gangstas throwin' them signs up and up and down 

Bumpin' enemies sayin' things that offendin' me 

 

Still here and we ballin' half drunk, passin' out song after song 

Inhalin' gun after gun, passin' out blunt after blunt, havin' fun 

Them niggas took a jab at me, then one push from the back of me 

Tryin' to tackle me and wrestle me 

 

Couldn't get me down, so they hit me in the back and beat 

They had me badly beaten 

I gotta gash in me, but it was just a scratch to me 

At first did get some Vaseline 

 

A half a week, it cleared up fast and clean 

To a scratch you were bad to see, so I ain't mad to see 

I want to squash and flatten and beat 

Like White Castle's and crystal square beef patties beat 

 

'Cause I'm so sick of you harassin' me and playin' with me 

So can we canopy? 

Before we 'cause a tragedy and someone pain and agony 

But if you feel you can handle me and still wanna take the man in me 

This time I'll have to shut you down, like Sunshine Hennesin', because 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

Ow, ow, ouch, it hurts so bad 

It hurts so bad 

 

I'm from the home of racist rednecks and confederate flags 

You could strand them hussies, politicians and drags 

Cotton pickin', slave tradin' and nigga lynchin' 

Lead to more oppression, me cricket caught trigger pinchin' 

 

Ridin' along, mindin' my own buisness, God as my witness 

It was five in the morn', passin' along, hop in the corner 

No, police, hold up, turn the radio down 

Put your seatbelt on, shit, God damn 

Give me the fuckin' weed, he's gone 

 

John, what? He kept goin' 

 

It's like I got enemy's, 'cause of my race they hate me 

Fuck pullin' over, chase me 

Guess it's safe to say it makes me crazy 

Can't give up, 'cause this hate it makes me 

 

Wanna grab an AK spray strays on 8th street 

8 ways and blaze the day bleed 

E E 8 D D E 8 B 

Tryin' to say we pull more keys than a leash of ladies 

 

Well, okay, hate me, say we crazy but lately, baby 

Even criticizin' the way we say things 

I pray everyday, but the way he hating 

I wish Jeff Dahmer was here, why? 

 

So he could eat President Bush's baked beans 

That's why I've been a crook since 18 

Leave me alone, listen to what the hook is saying 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

I don't want no problems 

And you don't want no problems, so 

Better leave me alone and gone on 

Nigga, better leave me alone and gone on 

 

What's up son, it's Allecious, it's your boy, smoke 

AKA Chevy Pentagram to cut your 'cain, again 

And uh, I got a problem with you bitches 

I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired 

 

I can't even leave the muthafuckin' club 

With a clean pair of muthafuckin' Schnegals 

'Cause the muthafucka wanna step of my feets 

 

I gotta check my muthafuckin' 

Polo for birth spots and liquor stains 

'Cause a muthafucker want oppression 

But wanna get me on purpose 

 

I'm sick of this shit 

Don't be mad at me 'cause my earrings so big 

And brighter than your beetch, nigga 

 

And you beetch, don't be mad at me 

'Cause my tires bigger than your niggas tires 

On his Chevy, shit 

Like Lil' Darryl say,"Leave me alone" 

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