No Problems Songtext
von JamWayne

If I climb down just so I can jump back in
Back tires spin when I mash out,
Lookin′ for the cash out, red zone, go for the win
Ride for my friends,
Most of them gone so long in the grave, but they locked in a pen
Smoke in the wind,
Raise up a toast to the ones that be locked
Down due in a bed, know the world ain't shit
Lord heard every pray you left up down there in cell block six
As the world on tilt, everybody Leroy left


Had to put the south on drip, ′bout this here, yeah
Bobbin' with the head nod, mobbin' in the streets out there
Let me make this clear, we some third-breds in the country
Blue contract and true, and if it comes down to it
Then you cross that line in a red, white, and blue
Boy, you better salute
You don′t really want no problem (want no problem)
You don′t really want no problem (want no problem)
You don't really want no problem
You don′t really want, you don't really want no problem