paroles de chanson The Problem - Cassidy
[Swizz
Beats]
1-2
1-2.
I
need
all
my
real
niggaz
to
stand
up.
All
you
fake
ass
niggaz
fall
back.
It's
a
problem.
Philly
stand
up!
[CHORUS
(Swizz
Beats)
Cassidy]
(What's
ya
name
dog?)
Cassidy
(Man,
tell
'em
again)
Caissidy
(Man,
where
ya
from?)
Philly
(Talk
to
'em
talk
to
'em)
If
ya
ready
to
feel
me
(Talk
to'
em
talk
to
'em)
Bottom
line
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
Bottom
line
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
The
hood
know
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
The
world
know
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
[VERSE
1 (Swizz
Beats)]
My
name
Cass
and
I'm
'bout
my
B-I
Niggaz
wanna
be
me,
yeah
I
can
see
why
Told
y'all
How
I
used
to
roll
and
see
Clive
Hop
off
the
G-4,
hop
in
the
G-5
But
since
niggaz
wanna
copy
and
be
me
I'mma
hop
off
the
yacht
then
hop
in
the
GT
Got
niggaz
in
the
hood
knockin'
the
CD
Wait
'till
my
face
start
poppin'
on
TV
See
the
ladies
give
me
top
for
cheapy
All
they
wanna
do
is
just
hop
on
the
wee-wee
My
rich
chick'll
take
a
helicopter
to
see
me
I
pop
Dominican
and
she'll
drop
me
a
key
free
I
got
a
actress
in
L.A.,
doctor
in
DC
Even
got
a
lawyer
a
cop
in
the
DT
See
I
got
money
but
I
ain't
spendin'
it
I
need
a
girl
who
got
a
job
wit
nice
benefits
Cause
honey
bunch
I
ain't
wit
the
funny
stuff
You
ain't
gone
f**k
me
to
spend
my
money
up
Nah,
I
can't
have
it
boo
But
girl
do
what
you
do
I
ain't
mad
at
you
Nah,
cause
I
got
since
to
know
That
I
ain't
gone
get
pimped,
I'mma
pimp
a
hoe
Ayyo,
get
money
nigga
f**k
the
fame
(The
industry
is
in
trouble,
betta
learn
his
name!)
[CHORUS
(Swizz
Beats)]
Cassidy!
(Man,
tell
'em
again)
Cassidy!
(Man,
where
ya
from?)
Philly
(Talk
to
'em,
talk
to
'em)
If
ya
ready
to
feel
me
(Talk
to'
em
talk
to
'em)
Bottom
line
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
Bottom
line
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
The
hood
know
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
The
world
know
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(Hold
on,
I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man!)
[VERSE
2]
Ayyo,
guess
what
happened,
guess
what
happened?
I
was
on
the
radio
and
yo,
guess
what
happened?
I'm
sittin'
there
starin'
in
this
DJ
face
And
all
he
askin'
me
about
is
the
Freeway
tape
I'm
like,
"If
I
ain't
right
you
can
say
I'm
wrong
But
Mr.
DJ
can
you
play
my
song?"
Please,
play
somethin'
that's
good
for
the
air
Please,
play
somethin'
that
the
hood
wanna
hear
So
when
the
radio
go
to
put
that
trash
on
Call
'em
up
and
say,
"Put
that
Cass
on!"
And
I
ain't
pissin'
nobody
But
if
every
rapper
died
I
wouldn't
be
missin'
nobody
'Specially
if
it
ain't
Styles,
'Kiss
or
nobody
Busta,
Nore,
Swizz
or
nobody
If
it
ain't
Drag,
Kim
or
Fat
Joe
I
could
care
less
if
a
cat
gotta
lay
on
his
back,
yo
So,
I
don't
owe
y'all
niggaz
And
y'all
might
be
aight
but
I
don't
know
y'all
niggaz
I
mean,
it's
a
couple
other
niggaz
that
I've
met
With
the
FS
on
my
chest
without
press
I
got
love
for
Snoop,
Puff
and
Wyclef
And
my
niggaz
Esco,
so
let's
go,
yo
Get
money
nigga,
f**k
the
fame
(The
industry
is
in
trouble,
betta
learn
his
name!)
[CHORUS
2x
(Swizz
Beats)]
Cassidy!
(Man,
tell
'em
again)
Cassidy!
(Man,
where
ya
from?)
Philly
(Talk
to
'em,
talk
to
'em)
If
ya
ready
to
feel
me
(Talk
to'
em
talk
to
'em)
Bottom
line
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
Bottom
line
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
The
hood
know
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man)
The
world
know
I'm
a
problem,
y'all
(Hold
on,
I
tried
to
tell
'em,
man!)
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