A Tribe Called Quest — 8 Million Stories

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Went to Carvel to get a milkshake
This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes
The car oh yeah there’s money in my jacket
Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it
Yo Tip I tell you man the devil’s tryin’ it
But I’m goin’ to stay strong cause I ain’t buyin’ it
Tonight I’m taking Sherry out, I don’t have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up on the phone, oh shit, I’m frying it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think I’ll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother wants Barney, cool, I’m gettin’ it
Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain’t sellin’ it
Here we go with the crying, yo he’s throwing fits

My blood pressure’s blowing up, I can’t take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he’s good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where’s my radio?
One time, the car was in the shop I had to borrow see…
They had no mercy on the car, Lyor will kill me
Where the hell can Nicki be? I’m gonna smack her up
I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo, Sheila’s home
Steady smiling like a mother yo I’m read’ to bone
Went down on hon, she’s in the red zone
Stressed out more than anyone could ever be
Forever tryin’ to clear the samples for my new LP
Everybody knows I go to Georgia often
Got on the flight and I ended up in Boston
With all these trials and tribulations, yo, I’ve been affected
And to top it off, Starks got ejected
Problems, problems, problems
Woe is me I’m having problems, problems, problems
Just last week my girl was stressin’ me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I’m tricking on her like Kinte’ (c’mon)

Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops
Now I’m station bound for the Thai sticks
I bought it for my man, I don’t believe this shit
Coach sat me down from the ball team
Cause I was breaking niggas on the inseams
Some niggas ‘cross town was trying to stick me
All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty
Picked up this girl in the hooptie
Just because I rhyme she tried to soup me
Pay for this, pay for that, loot for nails and hair

Who the hell you think I am, Mr. Belvedere?
Go and get a bloody job, then can we locute
Even if you give me boots, you’ll never see my loot
She wasn’t even all of that, just another hooker
So I turned that ass away, quick like Chuckii Booker
Sometimes you gotta put the hoes in their friggin’ place
Just move from in front me with your batty face!
Problems, problems, problems
Lord knows I’m havin’ problems, problems, problems
Jesus Christ I’m havin’ problems, problems, problems
Pray for me I’m havin’ problems, problems, problems
Yeah
Yeah

Just lay down your burdens by the riverside
Hah, and you’ll be alright, know what I’m sayin’?
Love and peace from Phife for ’93, know what I’m sayin’?
Tribe Called Quest, Shaheed and Tip
This is how we flip
My man Muhammad in the house, huh
Zulu Nation in the house, huh
Subroc is in the house, huh
My man Skeff in the house, huh
Jarobi White is in the house, huh
Bob Power in the house, huh
My man Eric in the house, huh
My man Litro in the house, huh
Help me out y’all, help me out now
Help me out y’all, help me out now
Help me out God, I really need ya
Help me out now, I really need ya

Help me out y’all, help me out now
I’m having problems, help me out now
Really need ya, to help me out now
Help me out y’all, help me out now
Help me out y’all, help me out now
Help me out y’all, help me out now
Help me out God, I really need ya
Havin problems, help me out now
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Muhammad!