No Problems Remix
DJ MR. KING Lyrics
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Believe me when I tell ya
You don't want the drama
[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
A yo, for years I been buyin' my coke from the same cat
Dominican nigga who look black (that's right)
This summer I heard that (ha!)
Apocalyptic, I pop biscuits (apocalypse), my bitch is topless
Not too excited I skeet skeet my own boxes
Drama King got the drama goods (bluh, bluh, bluh!)
Same place as the Domin' Osama Hood
Shoot up the thug and still puttin' the dame on it
The pimps had to give me a cup wit my name on it
I was "Gordito"
I'm still Gordo or "Gito"
Still know how to get the raw dough for cheap-o (cheap)
I'm lastin' all palm wit the connect of a "perico" (parakeet)
N.O.R.E. got no manners (no manners!)
I take a picture of ya "culo" wit the phone cameras
Go into ya own banners (ha!), they say my ballin' so hot like lone candles
And port or part of Santiago wit my own hammers (oh!)
[Chorus: Jaheim, Left Gunz]
[Left Gunz] Believe me when I say (oh!)
[Jaheim] You don't want no drama
[Left Gunz] It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day (what?!)
[Jaheim] You don't want no problems (oh ohh!)
[Left Gunz] Shit is real killer, you could ask KaySlay
[Jaheim] Believe me when I tell ya!
[Left Gunz] We drama kings nigga we don't play
[Jaheim] You don't want the drama
[Verse 2: Nature]
Nature, alright, the year 2000 and 4 the War Report (port)
Niggaz make it out the hood, it's a small reward (ward)
We all fucked up and mauled cause that's all we saw (alright)
Tryin' to rob from the the rich and let the poor get poor (poor)
Or rob the poor cause niggaz be the hungriest (my niggaz)
I'm on the Internet - catch me on your Buddy List (I'll be in trouble, ha!)
Catch me where the money is, megas and millions (megas)
And the barrel got the kick of 11 guerillas (shout!)
Seen niggaz get hit and lose a whole lot of blood (what?)
When a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt (stunt)
Uptown, Downtown, go wherever he at (wherever he at)
Nigga make it implication, shit better be fat (shit better)
Nigga small talk, it's all talk - let it be that (let it be that)
I get pussy from my friends (pussy!) give my enemies clap (ha ha!)
You don't want me on ya block (you don't want me) niggaz better be strapped
So relax nigga
[Chorus: Jaheim, Left Gunz]
[Verse 3: Left Gunz]
My name ring from the Clippers to the Nets (yeah)
You could look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats (oh)
Far from the type of cat that pay a bitch's rent
I got a +Fox+ like +Vivica+ and never gave her +50 Cent+ (ha ha!)
And I bet you ain't ready for war yet (uh)
My niggaz got stripes, who walk around like the Barbershop Quartet? (ooh!)
It's no way to harm this nigga
I don't need no bitch to pump eye until my arms get bigger
Still a problem in this the rap game, problem in the street
Yo Slay, they havin' problems, we can solve em wit the heat
I show em what the drama is
That's when ya whole shit splattered all across the front porch in momma crib
And wit a couple hot slugs get behind ya ribs (ooh!)
You really mean it when ya screamin' , "I'm just tryin' to live!"
The game is over now
why'all niggaz slept long enough, time to come up out that coma now, uh
[Chorus: Jaheim, Left Gunz]
[Verse 4: Jaheim]
Yo, straight off the bat
You don't want the drama nigga Left Gunz gon' clap
When I'm comin' try to run and catch one in ya back
Ooh! You don't really want the problems
Got a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem
Pop goes the weasel, out comes the Mack
And nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game
The lyrics of DJ MR. KING's song No Problems Remix paint the picture of the lives of the artists and the challenges they face in their respective hoods. The song is structured in four verses, with each artist building on the previous verse, putting emphasis on the central message that "you don't want the drama." N.O.R.E. narrates his experiences and dealings with drugs and violence in his hood. Nature touches on the consequences of growing up in poverty, while Left Gunz boasts about his street credibility and readiness for war.
The theme of the song revolves around the street life, gang violence, and struggles that people in the hood go through daily. The artists talk about the importance of being cautious and avoiding the drama that comes with the street life. They emphasize the need to make it out of the hood, but also recognize the difficulties of doing so.
One interesting fact about the song is that the original version, which was released on DJ Kay Slay's album "The Streetsweeper Vol. 1," featured Jaheim on the hook, while the remix features Left Gunz. Another interesting fact is that the song samples the beat from the classic hip hop song "C.R.E.A.M." by Wu-Tang Clan. Additionally, the song was produced by Ronald "Breakbeat Lou" Flores, who is known for his work on the Ultimate Breaks and Beats compilation series.
Line by Line Meaning
Believe me when I tell ya
Take my word for it
You don't want the drama
You do not want any problems
A yo, for years I been buyin' my coke from the same cat
For years I have been purchasing my cocaine from the same person
Dominican nigga who look black (that's right)
A person of Dominican descent who appears to be African American
This summer I heard that (ha!)
During this summer I was told something
I see me always swerve wit a (give it up!) where the bird at (yeah)
I am often driving around looking for drugs
Apocalyptic, I pop biscuits (apocalypse), my bitch is topless
I am very violent and my girlfriend is half-naked
Not too excited I skeet skeet my own boxes
I am not thrilled and I am masturbating
Drama King got the drama goods (bluh, bluh, bluh!)
A person known for spreading gossip has done something scandalous
Same place as the Domin' Osama Hood
The location is the same as a dangerous and infamous area
Shoot up the thug and still puttin' the dame on it
I can still have sex with women even after being involved in violent incidents
The pimps had to give me a cup wit my name on it
The pimps made me my own drinking cup
I'm still Gordo or "Gito"
I am still known by my nickname
Still know how to get the raw dough for cheap-o (cheap)
I still know how to obtain drugs for an affordable price
I'm lastin' all palm wit the connect of a "perico" (parakeet)
I am using a parrot as my means of communication to obtain drugs
N.O.R.E. got no manners (no manners!)
I do not have any respect or politeness
I take a picture of ya "culo" wit the phone cameras
I take pictures of your buttocks with my phone camera
Go into ya own banners (ha!), they say my ballin' so hot like lone candles
I go into my own territory where people praise me
It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day (what?!)
It is a dangerous and impoverished neighborhood where violence is common
Shit is real killer, you could ask KaySlay
It is very dangerous and violent, and you can confirm it with anyone
We drama kings nigga we don't play
We are known for spreading rumors and causing trouble, we are not to be messed with
Nature, alright, the year 2000 and 4 the War Report (port)
The rapper Nature is present and is referencing the year 2004 and a rap album
We all fucked up and mauled cause that's all we saw (alright)
We are all damaged and scarred due to the violent environment we grew up in
Tryin' to rob from the the rich and let the poor get poor (poor)
We steal from rich people and leave poor people worse off
When a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt (stunt)
When someone is legitimate, they know how to flaunt their money and lifestyle
Nigga small talk, it's all talk - let it be that (let it be that)
People talk a big game but do not actually follow through with action
My niggaz got stripes, who walk around like the Barbershop Quartet? (ooh!)
My associates have earned respect and admiration equivalent to a group of professional singers
So relax nigga
Calm down
Yo, straight off the bat
Immediately and with no hesitation
When I'm comin' try to run and catch one in ya back
If I am pursuing you, you should try to escape or you will be shot
Got a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem
I have a large group of relatives who live in Spanish Harlem
Pop goes the weasel, out comes the Mack
A gun will be pulled out
And nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game
There is nothing to be gained except for financial profit through illegal activity
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JERMAINE BAXTER, JAHEIM HOAGLAND, VICTOR J SANTIAGO, KANYE WEST
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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