In primo piano
I successi di A Tribe Called Quest
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
DJ
Bola Sete
Sampled Artist
Ohio Players
Sampled Artist
Phife Dawg
Vocals
Q-Tip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skeff Anselm
Songwriter
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Songwriter
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Malik Izaak Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Tribe Called Quest
Mixing Engineer
Skeff Anselm
Producer
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Brad Schmidt
Assistant Engineer
Chris Flam
Assistant Engineer
Eric Gast
Assistant Engineer
George Spatta
Assistant Engineer
Gerard Julien
Assistant Engineer
Hoover Le
Assistant Engineer
Patrick Derivaz
Assistant Engineer
Pete Christensen
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Testi
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 going to stay strong 'cause I ain't buying 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 cryin', 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 they almost killed 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 smilin' like a mother, yo, I'm read' to bone
Went down to 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 (help me out now), problems (help me out y'all)
Problems (help me out now, help me out y'all)
Woe is me, I'm having
Problems (help me out y'all), problems (help me out now)
Problems (help me out God, help me out y'all)
Just last week, my girl was stressing me (uh)
Now her best friend be underssin' me (uh)
Well, I was lovin' her by the moon ray (word)
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop (uh)
Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops (uh)
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 (uh)
'Cause I was breakin' niggaz on the inseams (word, word)
Some niggaz cross-town was tryin' to stick me
All I had was shorts, a dollar 50 (uh)
Picked up this girl in the hooptie
Just because I rhyme, she tried to soup me (oh, man)
Pay for this, pay for that, loot for nails and hair
Who the hell you think I am, Mr. Belvedere? (Uh)
Go and get a bloody job, then can we look cute
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 Chucky Booker
Sometimes you got to put the hoes in their friggin' place
Just move from in front me with your bati face!
Problems (help me out now), problems (help me out y'all)
Problems (help me out, God, I really need ya)
Lord knows I'm having
Problems (help me out now), problems (help me out y'all)
Problems (help me out y'all, I really need ya)
Jesus Christ, I'm having
Problems (help me out now), problems (help me out God)
Problems (really need ya, help me out now)
Pray for me, I'm having
Problems (help me out y'all), problems (help me out now)
Problems (help me out y'all)
Yeah (help me out y'all, help me out now)
Yeah (help me out, God)
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, knahmsayin'?
Tribe Called Quest, Shaheed, and Tip
This is how we flip
My man Muhammad in the house, huh (come on, come on)
Zulu Nation in the house, huh (come on, come on)
SubRoc is in the house, huh (come on, come on)
My man Skeff is in the house, huh (come on, come on)
Jarobi White is in the house, huh (come on, come on)
Bob Power in the house, huh (come on, come on)
My man Eric in the house, huh (come on, come on)
My man Nitro in the house, huh (come on, come on)
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
Having 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
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, Muhammad!
Writer(s): Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Skeffington V. Anselm
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