Issues Songtext
von The Click

Pimpin′, what's wrong with you?
I got issues, nigga
I mean, what′s the problem, man?
I mean, you know what I mean?
I mean, dude, it ain't that hard, though, man
I mean, life, nigga, you gotta just run with it
Nigga, I got issues, nigga
Fuck that, nigga
My pockets starving, nigga
I got problems, nigga
Man, I got children to feed All that shit, man, you know what I mean?
Fuck that, nigga, I got issues, nigga
Shit, nigga, 'bout this paper, nigga
I′m ready to just walk up to a nigga and just take his nose off, nigga
So quick, I′m serious about this shit, nigga
I'll think about the consequences later, nigga
I got issues, nigga
I give a fuck and a half about this motherfucker
Bloodbath on my mind right now, nigga
So serious, pimpin′


Out here in the best place, we spit straight game
Busta flossin', campin′
Runnin' red lights, no stoppin′ at a stop sign crossin'
High speed chasin'
Screamin′ and plottin′ on the D-boys places
Charges, cases
Takin' tricks, faces
And your mama in the middle of the street on
Her knees cryin′ out, "Goodness gracious"
You crooked cops are slow hammers, talkin' through safes
My baby ain′t never hurt nobody, workin' at Macy′s
Went to school, learned to know music major
Solano College never carried no pager but just for me
When I beep him, he be home by three, after twelve
Mr. Elroy, he's the mama's boy
But little did she know, oh boy
Little mama′s boy wanted to be a boy
Like little Troy

Issues, issues, issues, issues
Well, we got
Issues, issues, issues, issues
Break it down, baby, what we doin′, what we doin'?
I′ll be grindin' all damn night
Tryna get my money right
I got issues, issues
We got
Issues, issues, issues, issues

Now E, what I need to do
′Cause I be like, "Fuck it"
I'm tired of niggas hatin′ the game
I be like, "Fuck it"
See, the times done fucked around and changed
These niggas ain't cool
A true player like myself
Be wantin' to act a fool
Now what′s a boss to do?
Stay sucker-ass free
Keep pimpin′ in the game
Bein' all that I can be
I sold ′caine before I indulged in rap
The game treated me good
Rock star before I was a rap star
Sold 'caine throughout my hood

Issues, issues, issues, issues
Issues, issues, issues, issues
I′ll be grindin' all damn night
Tryna get my money right
I got issues, issues
Issues, issues, issues, issues

There′s somethin' around here
Talk to me, pimpin'
What about the ghetto? Talk to me
Paper just don′t come easy
It don′t come easy, paper don't come easy
So when you get your paper, hold on to it
What you supposed to do with it?
Hold on tight
Just as tight as you can, nigga
Just as tight as you can, pimpin′
Stack your scrilla
Stack your scrilla
Stack it, stack your scrilla
Stack your scratch
LRP, long range pimpin'
It′s big pimpin' in this bitch
Somebody′s got to do it
Who gotta do it? Who gotta do it?