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Al Green My Problem Is You

s true My, my, my, my problem is you A biggest problem, baby (My problem is you) Let me just say that Every night it's true My problem is you, yeah (My problem is you

doin' at me She's not on time, you know her hair ain't combed She's not dressed properly She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company Where you wear dresses and you

Green means time to go Go, move over, bro' You're moving way too slow Maybe you should know I'm the leader of the Western world The big decider in the

on Al Green Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his team Basketball was your dream, so live ya other life Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't that

in the air Is it you over there? Is it you over there? Is it you, is it you, is it you right there? Nigga, this ain't that shit that you used to bounce

players with white wives, peep they night lives While you could catch me in a crisp white five Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my theme

bust pipes And my HG's, UD'z, we just the type To do you in, that's my Annamette, checking the ruger And my Animalz, stay strapped, packing maneuver Clappin' is usual, Homicide Housing is

M.O.B. And I'm still real and give you What you need You want rhymes, you want dimes, you wants gats, you want cash And levas, out for my southsiders

at me She's not on time, you know her hair ain't combed She's not dressed properly She's always wearin jeans, and this is a company where you wear dresses, and you