You Got A Problem chords and lyrics - FUN LOVIN' CRIMINALS

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, [F]but
one who has
The fun by the kilo and the
ton. Like Marv
Albert but worse, I got the curse, got
Perverse with the nurse in the maternity
Ward. That's right,
I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I
Got outpatient status at the
Brooklyn Zoo.
Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that
Runs up in the club wearin'
alligator shoes.
[C]When I get the blues I get
it really [Cm]bad, ask
Kronos [C]for promos, Feliz
Navidad. Johnny
Black got my back, baby, happy [Cm]or sad. If I
[C]Fall out of your favor, don' get mad.
[F]If the

[Verse 2]
heat don't get me
then the drugs sure
Will, stirrin' scotch and
soda's with a twenty
Dollar bill.

[Verse 3]
My [F]head feels like old vinyl,
and like Lionel,
I'm idle. Secretly stalking the title,
stealin'
Scenes by ways and means.
And thats why
Marines got M- 16's I think I love her,
but
She's affected,
bullshit detected. Wonder
Why she got neglected,
I legged it, turned up
Here, I'll have a beer and a
joke about that
Guenevere. [C]Lord I been
knowin' there'd be
Days [Cm]like these,
but please don't [C]hit me with
The quick re[Cm]lease,
and [C]don't rat me out to
[Cm]Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the
[C]World and the seven seas.
[F]

[Verse 4]
[F]If[C][Cm]
[C][Cm]
[F]the heat
don't get me then the drugs sure
Will, stirrin' scotch and
soda's with a twenty
Dollar bill. My mamma always told me
Never drink on pills,
roll down the window

[Outro 1]
'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill.
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