Issues

Yeah...yeah...yeah [Hook] Now if ya tied of bein' poor (Yeah) Everytime you walkin' out cha' door (Yeah) Or you got no place to live (Yeah) Cause ya moms done bounced you out the crib (Yeah) How it go, oh oh oh oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues [Verse 1] Now don't cha' feel absolutely dead with no bread Smoke head, eyes red, ready to fill that metal up with lead The get cha' some, spit cha' dumb dums and flip yums Stuck in the slums cause all ya pockets got is bread crumbs That's when ya moms stops frontin' You ain't gon' lay around my house all day, doin' nothin' Playin' PlayStation, deuce deuce and hide ya bluntin' Better get cha' ass up, get a job or do something Close my door, I don't want to hear that shit tonight She right, sleep all day, run all night Tryin' to live nice in the gangsta's paradise Rock some ice, stack some chips, bounce our whips The ghetto life might be a struggle Life is one big puzzle, where Rotteweiler grill cats get muzzled I know it be hard to do ya thing When you livin' like a peasant but you feelin' like a king [Hook] Ain't that the girl ya really love (Yeah) But she play you like a scrub (Yeah) She doin' mad shit to make ya bug (Yeah) Every week she's in the club (Yeah) How it go, oh oh oh oh ya got issues Oh oh oh oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ya got issues oh, oh, oh oh [Verse 2] You got some chicks that act brand new Cause the got their nails done, a new outfit, some ice and a hairdo They want to play the club, stress a dude with the hottest car That got Mo and Cristal lined up at the bar Whether they entertainer or ghetto superstar Not all chicks are like that but you know who you are Actin' like Frank BaDoob be pimpin' you She trickin' fuck it She want to glass of champagne out the bucket Here bird, I mean love then you take it home and pluck it Write it off, a business expense, tax deducted Now you gased up like bean soup Think you in the loop but you back in the chicken coup In the biz I got trickin' recruit Last time you seen him when he dropped you on ya stoop The man don't want chu' and the next man dissed you Seems you got caught up in them everyday issues [Hook] If ya man is actin' foul (Yeah) On them streets and runnin' wild (Yeah) And he thinks he's a playa till the end (Yeah) Even fucked some of ya friends (Yeah) How it go oh oh oh oh, ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3] And now ya got ballers then ya got ballin' pretenders Who's honeys kind of thunder but they like to hold within Frontin' pullin' jiu knots outta places Hand full of aces outlined with big faces Spend ya last dime for a nice piece of shine I know, I did it when my ass was runnin' blind False advertisement, you want to front for the chicks Meanwhile ya seed need a pair of kicks Gucci, Iceberg downed life is great be Cause I got shoes from Crocodile Dundee Ya flossin' poppin' bottles like ya hit the lotto Got chu' poppa livin' like you Ricky Ricardo Got a lot of friends when ya got a lot of ends A lot of friends pretend when they know ya trickin' ends Ya girl tried to tell that these dudes be usin' you But these be the issues that we all go through [Hook] Oh oh oh oh, ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah...yeah...yeah