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