[00:00.000] 作词 : Mr.Cheeks/Dwarf Da Blak Prince
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dwarf Da Blak Prince/Freekie Tah
[01:28.994]1,2,3 thousand problems
[01:35.380]1,2,3 thousand problems
[01:39.908](problems, who's got problems
[01:42.283]she's got problems, got problems
[01:45.107]three thousand problems, got problems)
[01:52.421]It's a cool summer night
[01:54.746]My 44's on my waist
[01:56.753]gotta half a stick of dynamite
[01:58.763]Got some beef wit some niggaz across town
[02:01.277]Keep my man to the ground
[02:02.524]I gotta shut it down, they pull up on my block
[02:06.294]I'm in my little brown hooptie
[02:08.472]So they guess I want the white rock
[02:10.745]They walk close towards my ride
[02:12.864]Surprise mother****er it's a handful of
[02:16.273]1,2,3 thousand problem
[02:25.384](I got.. problems, three thousand problems)
[02:27.991]I put two to his head
[02:30.279]I jumped on the southern state then I'm rushin out to Hempstead
[02:34.322]One down and one to go
[02:35.855]I heard the next nigga's on and he's gotten a ball of dough
[02:40.156]I kick in the nigga's door
[02:42.188]I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel played fo'-fo'
[02:45.731]And word up that shit is soft
[02:47.800]The way this nigga hit the floor when the Freaky got raw
[02:51.663]Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
[02:55.201]Back! Aiyyo Money where your stash at?
[02:57.622]He took me back inside to this room
[02:59.910]Beside the safe full a G's he had mad bags of weeds
[03:03.939]1,2,3 thousand problems
[03:09.537](Problems, I I got problems)
[03:27.950]A lot to do
[03:29.330]I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga Lu
[03:33.169]He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"
[03:35.682]I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
[03:39.041]And word up he got an mail press
[03:42.301]Aiyyo Money what's this address?
[03:45.115]1245 Boulevard Queens, and and tell my man they try to caravan
[03:51.098]Understand I'm on a mission
[03:53.878]And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
[03:56.964]and get some Phillies from the store
[03:58.970]And park the van on the corner and you're comin through the side door
[04:03.310]1,2,3 thousand problems
[04:08.933](I got problems, we got problems)
[04:26.500]They get robbed,they wanna go
[04:32.214]Money, beggin' and repeatin', we don't want trouble
[04:32.467]I told Lou to move the chair
[04:34.603]Aiyyo Cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs
[04:38.367]I come back up for the session
[04:41.381]Money still tied the **** up confessin
[04:44.276]I blow some smoke into his eyes
[04:47.289]“Here nigga take two more puff before you die”
[04:49.905]Yo, I stood up, about-faced him
[04:53.536]And yo Lost Boyz waste him
[04:56.071]and yo Queens waste him, and yo Southside waste him
[05:02.670]1,2,3 thousand problems
[05:05.334](Who got problems Pretty Lou and the whole mother****in world I got problems)
[05:25.813]It's 3 o'clock in the morn
[05:28.163]Shit is on mother****ers shit is on
[05:30.601]Yeah yeah, I gotta get this nigga Shawn
[05:33.684]I'm drivin in a stolen car wit no mother****in plates on
[05:37.737]I heard Shawn got crazy ends
[05:39.612]But before I do this thing I go and pick up my best friends
[05:43.645]A forty ounce and lead feels right
[05:46.675]I got to see the boy hillside
[05:49.632]Understand now he's in court
[05:51.758]I roll all my windows down pull my shit on the corner
[05:55.545]but I still bein sneaky
[05:57.103](What's your name?) Cause I'm freaky Taliq, I'm freaky Taliq
[06:01.384]But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn
[06:04.380]Shit is on word is bond money is gone
[06:07.011]He's wit his bitch in bed (ah ah)
[06:09.521]I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head
[06:13.141]Cause this shit is too easy (even though)
[06:16.216]Even though he can go in one squeeze G, it's it's it's crazy
[06:20.239]Mr.B's L-B's, a people 1,2,3,3,thousand problems
[06:32.796]1,2,3 thousand problems

作词 : Mr.Cheeks/Dwarf Da Blak Prince
作曲 : Dwarf Da Blak Prince/Freekie Tah
1,2,3 thousand problems
1,2,3 thousand problems
(problems, who's got problems
she's got problems, got problems
three thousand problems, got problems)
It's a cool summer night
My 44's on my waist
gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef wit some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground
I gotta shut it down, they pull up on my block
I'm in my little brown hooptie
So they guess I want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise mother****er it's a handful of
1,2,3 thousand problem
(I got.. problems, three thousand problems)
I put two to his head
I jumped on the southern state then I'm rushin out to Hempstead
One down and one to go
I heard the next nigga's on and he's gotten a ball of dough
I kick in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel played fo'-fo'
And word up that shit is soft
The way this nigga hit the floor when the Freaky got raw
Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Back! Aiyyo Money where your stash at?
He took me back inside to this room
Beside the safe full a G's he had mad bags of weeds
1,2,3 thousand problems
(Problems, I I got problems)
A lot to do
I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga Lu
He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"
I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got an mail press
Aiyyo Money what's this address?
1245 Boulevard Queens, and and tell my man they try to caravan
Understand I'm on a mission
And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
and get some Phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and you're comin through the side door
1,2,3 thousand problems
(I got problems, we got problems)
They get robbed,they wanna go
Money, beggin' and repeatin', we don't want trouble
I told Lou to move the chair
Aiyyo Cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs
I come back up for the session
Money still tied the **** up confessin
I blow some smoke into his eyes
“Here nigga take two more puff before you die”
Yo, I stood up, about-faced him
And yo Lost Boyz waste him
and yo Queens waste him, and yo Southside waste him
1,2,3 thousand problems
(Who got problems Pretty Lou and the whole mother****in world I got problems)
It's 3 o'clock in the morn
Shit is on mother****ers shit is on
Yeah yeah, I gotta get this nigga Shawn
I'm drivin in a stolen car wit no mother****in plates on
I heard Shawn got crazy ends
But before I do this thing I go and pick up my best friends
A forty ounce and lead feels right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand now he's in court
I roll all my windows down pull my shit on the corner
but I still bein sneaky
(What's your name?) Cause I'm freaky Taliq, I'm freaky Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn
Shit is on word is bond money is gone
He's wit his bitch in bed (ah ah)
I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head
Cause this shit is too easy (even though)
Even though he can go in one squeeze G, it's it's it's crazy
Mr.B's L-B's, a people 1,2,3,3,thousand problems
1,2,3 thousand problems