Grand Puba - Issues lyrics

Yeah...yeah...yeah [Hook] Now if you're tired of being poor (Yeah) Every time you walking out your door (Yeah) Or you got no place to live (Yeah) 'Cause your moms done bounced you out the crib (Yeah) How it go? oh oh oh oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, oh you got issues (Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh) you got issues [Verse 1] Now don't you feel absolutely dead with no bread? Smoke head, eyes red, ready to fill that metal up with lead And get you some, spit your dum dums, and flip yums Stuck in the slums, cause all your pocket got is bread crumbs That's when your mom start fronting "n***a, you ain't gon' lay around my house all day" "Doing nothing, Playing Playstation" "Deuce deuce and hydro blunting" "Better get your a** up, get a job or do something" "Close my door!" don't want to hear that sh** tonight She right, sleep all day, run all night Trying to live nice in the Gangster's Paradise Rock some ice, stack some chips, bounce our whips The ghetto life might be a struggle Life is one big puzzle, where Rottweiler grill cats get muzzle I know it be hard to do your thing When you living like a peasant, but you feeling like a king [Hook] And if that girl you really love (Yeah) But she play you like a scrub (Yeah) She doing mad sh** to make you bug (Yeah) But every week she's in the club (Yeah) How it go? (oh oh oh oh) You got issues (Oh oh oh oh Oh, oh, oh, oh) You got issues oh, oh, oh oh [Verse 2] You got some chicks who act brand new 'Cause they 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 Who got Mo' and Cristal lined up at the bar Whether entertainer, or ghetto superstar Not all chicks are like that, but you know who you are Acting like Frank BaDoo be pimping you She tricking, f** it She want a gla** of champagne out the bucket Here bird, I mean love, take her home and then you pluck it Write it off, business expense it, tax deduct it Now you ga**ed up like bean soup Think you in the loop, but you going back to the chicken coup In the biz' I got, trick it recoup Last time you seen the cat is when he dropped you on your stoop Your man don't want you, and the next man dissed you Seems you got caught up in them everyday issues [Hook] Now if your man is acting foul (Yeah) On the streets and running wild (Yeah) And he thinks he's a player till the end (Yeah) Even f**ed some of your friends (Yeah) How it go? (Oh oh oh oh) You got issues (Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh) You got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3] And now you got ballers, then you got Balling pretenders Whose money's kind of slender, but they like the whole agenda Fronting, pulling Jew knots out in places Hand full of aces outlined with big faces Spend your last dime, for a nice piece of shine I know! I did it when my a** was running blind False advertisement, you want to front for the chicks Meanwhile your seed need a pair of kicks Gucci, Iceberg down, life is great B Custom Crocodile shoes from Dundee You're flossing, popping bottles like you hit the lotto Got you Babalu'ing like you, Ricky Ricardo (Babalu) Got a lot of friends when you got a lot of ends A lot pretend they friends 'cause they know you're tricking ends Your girl tried to tell you that these dudes be using you But these be the issues that we all go through [Hook] Oh oh oh oh, you got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh you got issues Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah...yeah...yeah