Grand Puba - Issues lyrics

Yeahyeahyeah

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

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
"Nigga, you ain't gon' lay around my
House all day" "Doing nothing


Playing Playstation"
"Deuce deuce and hydro blunting"
"Better get your ass up
Get a job or do something"
"Close my door!" don't want to
Hear that shit 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

And if that girl you really love (yeah)
But she play you like a scrub (yeah)
She doing mad shit 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

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, fuck it
She want a glass 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 gassed 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

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 fucked 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

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 ass 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

Oh oh oh oh, you got issues
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh you got issues oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeahyeahyeah