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(feat. Pharrell Williams) [Verse: Slim Thug] Late night see me post up, Boss Hogg soldier Glock in my holsta ready to fucking smoke something In the big Bentley Sedan, no chauffeur Riding on spinners and they rolling like a coaster Young and successful, I belong on Oprah I sell that shit to step with the cobra Hustling and thugging till my life is over Houston, we have a problem.. [Chorus x4: Pharrell Williams] Problematic nigga, problematic nigga Problematic nigga, problematic nigga [Verse: Slim Thug] Houston we have a problem by the name of Slim And yeah we had a few problems but none like him I saw some come, but none got the job done like him I know some hustlers but I ain't seen one like him Start static, watch how quick I click the automatic Ratta-tat-tat-tatted till you haters been haded I started out above average, class mates get your grades up I can't be stopped, you're in my spot, you got to raise up I'm getting blazed up, with the flows or .44's SongtexteI'm here to win case closed, which ever weapon you chose Niggaz don't want a piece of me, I do this shit so easily Hell y'all done let Pharrell bring out the beast in me It's bout to get ugly, first nigga mug me I'm a hit 'em wit some slugs, have 'em looking bloody If you scared call the motherfucking laws! You niggaz don't want it wit me and my Hoggs We got a problem! [Chorus] [Verse: Slim Thug] What you boys gon do, when them Blue Boyz come through And them blue toys for you, pointing them toys at you When the noise is through, they'll be no more hating I send haters to Satan, they can't shake what I'm baking They can't take what I'm making, the po po get to quaking Ain't no mistaking, I make these haters meet they make and I'm here to seize the nation, waving our guns and badge So get down on the floor and up your drugs and cash Ladies pass your bags, gon pass your stash Move fast, all good samaritans get blast First smart ass try to inform 911 First class on a nonstop flight to heaven Twenty four / seven, three sixty-five I'm on my job like the mob till the day I die If you scared call the motherfucking laws! You niggaz don't want it wit me and my Hoggs We got a problem! [Chorus] [Verse: Slim Thug] I'm problematic cause nigga I gotta have it I'm a Hogg so I'm taking every shot I got at it These streets is mine, we can beef, that's fine Better respect my mind, get out line ya dying I'm a soldier, I told ya, don't make a nigga fold ya Roll ya like a roller, blow you like some doja Don't want problems, but I'm quick to solve em Five deep but an ounce'll have somebody revolve em Niggaz got it fucked up, bout to get bucked up Make me pull that truck up, have you niggaz stuck up I been here for years, I ain't just up in luck up Nigga I'm a hustler, I been putting bucks up I drive a car that'll make ya put your trucks up We some G's, we ain't fucking wit no suckas We untouchable, these niggaz can't touch us Houston, we have a problem.. [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania