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