Problems AZ

[Intro: AZ, speaking over Hook]
Yeah, now dig
You got, rich niggas right
They do what they wanna do
Heh, and you got
Broke niggas, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you?
Ha, fall back

[Hook: El DeBarge]
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance

[Verse 1: AZ]
Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back, smokin' a twenty
Shit is scabby, the hustlin' is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I maxed
I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face
I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beef
Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin' past me
Duckin the NARCs, born bustin' Dutches apart
Love pussy with pretty lips; when you fuck it, it fart
Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin' to eat