You Got A Problem

(专辑： Welcome To Poppy's - 2003)

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 wearing 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
Stirring 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, stealing
Scenes by ways and means and that's 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 knowing 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
Stirring scotch and soda's with a twenty dollar bill
My mamma always told me, never drink on pills
So roll down the window 'cause I'm feeling kinda ill
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