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' dum 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna front for the chicks

Meanwhile ya seed need a pair of kicks

Gucci, Iceberg downed life is great B

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