And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

White riot, I want to riot White riot, a riot of my own Just what they're told to And nobody wants To go to jail Black man gotta lotta problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick

I break it down, I break it down How much money you got? (A lot) How much money you got? (Straight up) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many

From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi' for sure Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin' Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean More Billy's, more problems We got too many ways to solve

She always held me down I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things, don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose

Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol All my Detroit niggas! All my L.A. niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up All my N.O. niggas! All my BMo niggas,

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you We cockin' them thangs Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you We ready to bang Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? Watch where you aim Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga Hunt

I've become Sick of everyone now And I don't feel remorse for all forgotten And I don't care at all And I don't pray to voice of all the problems While looking for the answers Only questions come to mind 'Cause I have been lost in circles Wish seems now

I promise to take you, take you as you are I know we've all got our problems And it's a blessing that we made it here so far And if you lay here in these arms tonight I promise All I have is here and now If the ground beneath, our feet has disappeared

Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got a check, the way