You must have heard about my little problem Ah come on, you must have heard about it It's no ordinary problem Look in my eyes, there can be no doubt about
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. My Little Problem.
the truth in the sound(in the sound)division a whole lot of sin I can't forget the problem of people livin within [x2] [Verse 2:] I got this little
Brenda's got a Baby I hear Brenda's got a baby Well, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly spell her name (That's not her problem
rain on my parade (I'm used to it anyway) [1/2 Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Uh, my sermon won't be over 'til church end (uh) My first
or but's, When my dick swings long, I'm droppin' my nuts to the floor, Slap a hoe, and let her know, Lick the hairs on my nuts, or better yet my afro
a little cheddar and my records movin out the sto'? Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
work I go bezerk with a gun in my shirt blow a hundred of earth, pastor said dont come to the church Im a problem when it come to the work listen
always looking little better when you're on the back Side of them And then you know all that you think you might need to know But even then, my little
Tyler-Perry-on You gon marry my mom look I don't read palms and I don't read psalms And I did take little man to church And took little man to school Look littl
Down by the creek under brush under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down at the park under stone under pine There's a carcass of my brother William
house of representatives, I lay down when clashing Pulverizing player haters, this is my passion Chopping competition like a lawn-mower when thrashing My
we call it yay Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road Where we write my script until my storys been told See, I got a little money and my lifes been
look to good for me My future, could not see I had lost all my beliefs And gave up on all my dreams Then I went to church on Sunday And the pastor began
face And then my tears roll down and hit the sink Then I hold my head up high, I hope the Man upstairs can hear my cry All these questions deep inside my
Nigga, You got problems? Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit Nigga you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward) You little
Dom Tyler-Perry-on You gon marry my mom look I don't read palms and I don't read psalms And I did take little man to church And took little man to school Look littl
' on the the run from Wyatt Earp Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers Not only sayin' mine but sayin' theirs That's 'cause my dawgs ain