PROBLEM

PROBLEM - Andale lyrics

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Ft. Lil Jon

(Intro)

Jet life, fast lane, fast cars, fast links

Fast bitches, fast life, look, B, everything is on woooom

(Get em! Yak Yak Yak)

(Hook)

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

That's how the $ come!

(Turn up, turn up)

Andale, andale, andale, andale

Andale, andale, andale, andale

(Zoom, zoom, turn up, turn up)

Andale, andale!

(Verse: Problem)

Arriba, arriba, arriba

Where's the bitches?

This crazy boss just fucked up the game

Word 2 the Clippers

My enemy's bitch

Got her face right by my zipper

Tequila is laced, give me my space

The weather is thick give me a case I'm tryin' 2 get fucked up

Keep looking crazy from across the room you're about 2 get fucked up

We always pack, but I don't feel like tripping tonight

Cuz I am 2 busy living the life, pass me the drugs

Andale, andale

I don't think these niggas need to go there

Young rich nigga and I don't care

Same crew since I was a lil 1

Since day 1 been a real 1

And I put that on all my cherries

Walk in and the hood start cheerin'

No pom poms I bomb bomb

Girl, touch that muhfuckin' ceilin'

I'm on yo side fuck that side, the gang is the gang!

Ya say you're my friend but ya standing wit them so ya are the same

Ya gotta get it wit them

Oh ah oh ah and I get a rhythm

And that's the track, suckin' my nuts, I'll charge ya a lot

(Hook)

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

That's how the $ come!

(Turn up, turn up)

Andale, andale, andale, andale

Andale, andale, andale, andale

(Zoom, zoom, turn up, turn up)

Andale, andale!

(Verse 2: Problem)

Hurry up wake up trying 2 make dough

My bitch fatter than my bank roll

We look fly nigga we don't try

Nigga popping that shit like an 8 hole

Wartime boy I don't lay low

Real real ready fo' the shade though

Nigga pop at me nigga that's OG

Better bring K wherever they go

Diamond Lane yea that's the label

Diamond Lane yea that's the label

I don't gotta brag nigga they know

Keep yo head hanging from the cable

Watch me boy I'm on cable

I'm fucking on these bitches

Whip color of that yayo

Sniffing coke on the way 2 day gold

Turn yo hood up nigga bang yo gang

Turn 2 yo homeboy watch him bang the same

I don't hit no signal when I'm changing lane

You woulda think I pulled madden out put it up

Grabbed 2 K then put it in by the way

Young nigga just changed the game

Problem, Jon just say yo name

Just got yo tip tongue let em hang

(Swear I'mma ball till I die nigga)

Be yoself stop, take off, touch the sky nigga

It's captain California every time I ride

And when that $ counter ring it's a fucking brag

(Hook)

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

Andale, andale!

That's how the $ come!

That's how the $ come!

(Turn up, turn up)

Andale, andale, andale, andale

Andale, andale, andale, andale

(Zoom, zoom, turn up, turn up)

Andale, andale!

(Verse 3: Lil Jon)

Where ya from nigga? represent yo shit

Where ya from girl? represent that shit

Where my west coast niggas at in this bitch

Dirty south niggas yea, we in this bitch

Where ya from nigga? represent yo shit

Where ya from girl? represent that shit

Where my west coast niggas at in this bitch

Dirty south niggas yea, we in this bitch

Act a fool in this bitch shake them bottles up

Twenty eight still spend that shit, we don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck

We don't, we don't, we don't give a fuck

We came to fuck shit up and leave wit all yo hoes

Fuck niggas don't even think about it, that's a no no

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