(feat. Pharrell Williams)



[Verse: Slim Thug]

Late night see me post up, Boss Hogg soldier

Glock in my holsta ready to fucking smoke something

In the big Bentley Sedan, no chauffeur

Riding on spinners and they rolling like a coaster

Young and successful, I belong on Oprah

I sell that shit to step with the cobra

Hustling and thugging till my life is over

Houston, we have a problem..



[Chorus x4: Pharrell Williams]

Problematic nigga, problematic nigga

Problematic nigga, problematic nigga



[Verse: Slim Thug]

Houston we have a problem by the name of Slim

And yeah we had a few problems but none like him

I saw some come, but none got the job done like him

I know some hustlers but I ain't seen one like him

Start static, watch how quick I click the automatic

Ratta-tat-tat-tatted till you haters been haded

I started out above average, class mates get your grades up

I can't be stopped, you're in my spot, you got to raise up

I'm getting blazed up, with the flows or .44's

I'm here to win case closed, which ever weapon you chose

Niggaz don't want a piece of me, I do this shit so easily

Hell y'all done let Pharrell bring out the beast in me

It's bout to get ugly, first nigga mug me

I'm a hit 'em wit some slugs, have 'em looking bloody

If you scared call the motherfucking laws!

You niggaz don't want it wit me and my Hoggs

We got a problem!



[Chorus]



[Verse: Slim Thug]

What you boys gon do, when them Blue Boyz come through

And them blue toys for you, pointing them toys at you

When the noise is through, they'll be no more hating

I send haters to Satan, they can't shake what I'm baking

They can't take what I'm making, the po po get to quaking

Ain't no mistaking, I make these haters meet they make and

I'm here to seize the nation, waving our guns and badge

So get down on the floor and up your drugs and cash

Ladies pass your bags, gon pass your stash

Move fast, all good samaritans get blast

First smart ass try to inform 911

First class on a nonstop flight to heaven

Twenty four / seven, three sixty-five

I'm on my job like the mob till the day I die

If you scared call the motherfucking laws!

You niggaz don't want it wit me and my Hoggs

We got a problem!



[Chorus]



[Verse: Slim Thug]

I'm problematic cause nigga I gotta have it

I'm a Hogg so I'm taking every shot I got at it

These streets is mine, we can beef, that's fine

Better respect my mind, get out line ya dying

I'm a soldier, I told ya, don't make a nigga fold ya

Roll ya like a roller, blow you like some doja

Don't want problems, but I'm quick to solve em

Five deep but an ounce'll have somebody revolve em

Niggaz got it fucked up, bout to get bucked up

Make me pull that truck up, have you niggaz stuck up

I been here for years, I ain't just up in luck up

Nigga I'm a hustler, I been putting bucks up

I drive a car that'll make ya put your trucks up

We some G's, we ain't fucking wit no suckas

We untouchable, these niggaz can't touch us

Houston, we have a problem..



[Chorus]