Problem - A New Nite / Rosecrans Groove lyrics

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Problem - A New Nite / Rosecrans Groove lyrics

[Part I: A New Nite] [Intro: Problem] Is that my f**ing pager going off? [Hook: Shy Carter] Big city, big city, big city Forty links, Forty stares Everytime I come 'round Oh so ready for whatever Cause it can go down Cause these streets don't love nobody And these hoes don't love nobody And these streets don't love nobody But themselves [Verse 1: Problem] I'm just tryna spread love through these Compton streets Hit DJ Quik need a Compton beat f** around and have babies with some Compton freaks Real beef has wings you'll be gone in weeks Street sh** like sight [?] stay on my toes Lotta n***as start hating when you f**ing these hoes Lotta n***as start hating when you getting the cash Everyday gotta stuff more cash in the stack Black b**hes with titties, white b**hes with a** Hit the chach with a knock, I put my boy on the lick Brought it back like a G, Rolls out of the sh** Knew some n***as girls back when they was swallowing dick So they remember the times Michael Jackson know These n***as know I f** so they flexing though Now a n***a think he gotta be mad at me Keep it cool though you know my n***as blast happy [Hook: Shy Carter] Forty links, forty stares Everytime I come 'round (tonight) Oh so ready for whatever Cause it can go down (tonight) Cause these streets don't love nobody And these hoes don't love nobody And these streets don't love nobody But themselves [Verse 2: DJ Quik] Now this the kinda beat that I might need Dre on Them 14 hours studio sessions, I'mma stay on The kind of on that makes you go higher and higher I sleep when I'm dead I come alive when I'm tired Now this the kind of beat I make when I'm just dippin' The ba**line sound like my fingers set-trippin' On what better spot the El Segundo and Central This the intersection that made me make instrumentals I got haters in the outfield lookin' at me I got ladies in the front row looking OG I got a stiff pair of Levi 501s in my britches And got a stiff third leg for when I doggy my b**hes I got a working record label, what the hell y'all got? I got Jimmy Purple Haze, what the hell y'all got? And I still own the equipment that brought my deal But smart enough to buy multiples cause y'all n***as steal [Hook: Shy Carter] Forty links, forty stares Everytime I come 'round (tonight) I'm so ready for whatever Cause it can go down (tonight) Cause these streets don't love nobody And these hoes don't love nobody And these streets don't love nobody But themselves [Verse 3: Problem] Problems gon' come you gotta deal with them Fake n***as stop politicin' on real n***as Talking greezy on motherf**ers that k** with him Snitch right on his partner then go and chill with him Right at his momma house like nothin' happened Cops hit his momma house while his granny nappin' Hoes make n***as turn to somethin' else There gotta be a better way sh** is somethin' else Cause this balling just ain't gon' stop no time soon No, oh, oh, so you might as well get into the money like I do Woah, woah, woah [Hook: Shy Carter] Forty links, forty stares Everytime I come 'round (tonight) Oh so ready for whatever Cause it can go down (tonight) Cause these streets don't love nobody And these hoes don't love nobody And these streets don't love nobody But themselves [Part II: Rosecrans Grove] [Refrain] She let him roll that a** Shake it to the floor And when she shake that a** The DJ hit it next She likes it Compton She likes it Compton She let him roll that a** Shake it to the floor And when she shake that a** The DJ hit it next She like it Compton She likes it Compton