Think We Got a Problem
Sheek Louch Lyrics


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[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
Think we got a problem, think we got a problem

Think we got a problem, mask on, show you how to rob 'em
Revolver, show you how to solve'm
Drivin' down Harlem, the Aston a problem
No tint fishbowl it ain't hard to spot him
Think we got a problem, weed got too much
Only thing damn I'm down to my last dutch
Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough
There's one of me, and these bitches I count about three four
Think we got a problem, the homey just all talk
He ain't gon' pop a balloon with a pitch fork
Think we got a problem in the club with this dogg
Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody

[Chorus: ]

Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan
Black on black Aston, the 21 strapped in
Dominican chick ridin' shotty all strapped in
Customize the dash on my shotgun strapped in
Cops on the shoulder gotta pull a Hova
Time to fade to black cause I ain't pullin' ova
The engine is a problem, that ain't no question
Pop the trunk see the speakers kickin' like Beckham

Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot
Kiss and Styles should make me a member of the Lox
I take all the beats, I remember how to box
If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop
Remember how to load everything inside my glock
Ask the niggas in the hood 'cause they remember who I shot
Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself
And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself, what

[Chorus: ]

Well it's the king of the trill Bun B'der you know the name
And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game
Keep a bottle of Henessey, a blunt and that purp
With my hand up on my heater, and my killaz on churp
You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin', try ya luck
'Cause I got sixteen homeys with me, that stay ready to buck
You can duck dodge or dive, but it won't do diddley squat
But leave ya with a leaky liver and both ya kidneys shot
But you may not pimpin' I ain't fin to ask for it
My money, my hood or my respect, I'm a blast for it
You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause
I'm a beat you till you shittin' ya draws, so call the laws cause





[Chorus: ]

Overall Meaning

The song "Think We Got a Problem" by Sheek Louch featuring Bun B and The Game is a typical rap song discussing the problems faced by the rappers. The song's repeated chorus emphasizes the central theme of having a problem, which is further detailed in the verses. The opening lyric typifies the song's theme as Sheek Louch portrays himself as the robber showing the audience how to rob using a mask and a revolver. The rapper also highlights the Aston in Harlem, a fishbowl that is too recognizable, which alludes to a cause for his problem, and weed, which might be his addiction.


The Game joins in the second verse, and he expands on the problem of his Astin having too much customization, with the dashboard and shotgun highly tailored. Observing cops on the shoulder trying to pull him over, the Game realizes that his car's engine might be the problem, but he will not stop. In the third verse, Bun B concludes the track by boasting about the power he possesses, the streets being his game, and staying ready to face anyone's provocations. Overall, the song critiques the struggles of everyday life in the rappers' world.


Line by Line Meaning

I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
There seems to be a problem, a recurring problem.


Think we got a problem, mask on, show you how to rob 'em
I suspect that there is a problem, and I will wear a mask to show you how to rob them.


Revolver, show you how to solve'm
I will use a revolver to show you how to solve the problem.


Drivin' down Harlem, the Aston a problem
Driving through Harlem in my Aston Martin is a problem.


No tint fishbowl it ain't hard to spot him
There is no tint on the windows, and it is easy to spot me.


Think we got a problem, weed got too much
I think there is a problem because we have too much weed.


Only thing damn I'm down to my last dutch
The only thing left is my last cigarillo.


Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough
There might seem to be a problem, but it is not about money.


There's one of me, and these bitches I count about three four
There is only one of me, but I see three or four women.


Think we got a problem, the homey just all talk
I think there might be a problem because my friend is just all talk.


He ain't gon' pop a balloon with a pitch fork
He is not capable of doing something as simple as popping a balloon with a pitchfork.


Think we got a problem in the club with this dogg
I think there is a problem in the club with this dog.


Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody
Everyone in the club is rude, wearing expensive clothing, and there are women there too.


Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan
I believe there is a problem, Game is in Manhattan.


Black on black Aston, the 21 strapped in
I am driving a black Aston Martin with a 21 gun salute.


Dominican chick ridin' shotty all strapped in
A Dominican woman is riding shotgun, also strapped in.


Customize the dash on my shotgun strapped in
I have customized the dashboard of my shotgun that is also strapped in.


Cops on the shoulder gotta pull a Hova
I need to pull a Hova (Jay-Z) and escape from the police who are following me.


Time to fade to black cause I ain't pullin' ova
I am not going to pull over, it is time to make my escape.


The engine is a problem, that ain't no question
The engine is causing a problem, there is no doubt about it.


Pop the trunk see the speakers kickin' like Beckham
If you pop the trunk, you can see the artists thumping like David Beckham.


Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot
I think there is a problem, and Sheek knows I am good at what I do.


Kiss and Styles should make me a member of the Lox
I am so good that Kiss and Styles from the Lox should make me a member.


I take all the beats, I remember how to box
I take all the beats and I have also learned how to fight.


If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop
If I ever get knocked out, I still know how to shoot a gun.


Remember how to load everything inside my glock
I remember how to load everything into my gun.


Ask the niggas in the hood 'cause they remember who I shot
The people in the neighborhood know who I have shot.


Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself
There might be a problem because I have revealed something about myself.


And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself, what
But I cannot stand snitches, so I have dug a hole for myself.


Well it's the king of the trill Bun B'der you know the name
I am the king of the trill, my name is Bun B, and you should know it.


And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game
The streets are like the NBA, and I love this game.


Keep a bottle of Henessey, a blunt and that purp
I always have Hennessy, weed, and purple drink with me.


With my hand up on my heater, and my killaz on churp
I always have my hand on my gun, and my killers are ready to act.


You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin', try ya luck
If you see me alone in a spot, and think I am vulnerable, you are welcome to try your luck.


'Cause I got sixteen homeys with me, that stay ready to buck
But be warned, I have sixteen friends with me, all of whom are ready to fight.


You can duck dodge or dive, but it won't do diddley squat
You can try to dodge, but it will not help at all.


But leave ya with a leaky liver and both ya kidneys shot
But you will be left with a damaged liver and both your kidneys shot.


But you may not pimpin' I ain't fin to ask for it
But do not get the idea that you can pimp me or ask me for anything.


My money, my hood or my respect, I'm a blast for it
I am ready to fight for my money, my neighborhood, and my respect.


You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause
There is no skipping or rewinding, this is happening now.


I'm a beat you till you shittin' ya draws, so call the laws cause
I will beat you up until you mess your pants, so you better call the cops.




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BEN RUTTNER, BERNARD FREEMAN, JAYCEON TAYLOR, SEAN JACOBS

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SBzKillFrenzy

"I think we got a problem. I snitched on myself,and I hate rats,so I dug a ditch for myself" daaamn!! this shit go hard as fuck

Francky Cetoute

I'm still bumping this in 2019 πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Craig Steele

2023

The Bad Guy Chin Li

Sheek is so slept on , I swear, my guy be comin awf

Mat C.

That beat hits hard.

awkwardjewswag

Damn they really got Yonkers, Compton, AND Texas all on one track back in 08

MeeZy StudioZ

This shit still goes hard

CINUOUS100

this my second favorite sheek album

Entrepreneur King816

Bumpin in 2019 hard!!!

Vandalize

this album is gutta i bump this all day

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