You Got A Problem

歌詞

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 wearin' 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, stirrin' 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, stealin' scenes by ways and means. And thats 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 knowin' 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, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty dollar bill. My mamma always told me never drink on pills, roll down the window 'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill.