Issues Lyrics

Yeah, Dogg House, oh serious Well, I didn't know about all that I keep my industry as much as possible Found out, check out
Everywhere I go, I got niggas and bitches on my dick Trying to take my shit now, I don't really know But I try to keep my head to the skitta slice my piece of hitta Whatcha hating for? You better get up, get out and get your own Nigga pick up the phone and holla at your folks Young locs in the hood, mashing Dogg House Fuck them other fools
D O double G, kick back, blaze the sack I catch a muthafucking big, Mack Attack We blazing up the dogg It'll hurt you nothing but purple in my circle To the day we die we don't get money, bitches and high Dogg House Gangsta Crip Right back in your muthafucking ass for the R 2 G, bitch
What y'all wanna do? Seems like these niggas wanna talk all night What we gonna do? We ain't gonna say nothing more, we gonna get with y'all, on side
That's how suppose to see So all that straggling in the gate trying to get close to me Y'all niggas need to stop trying to flip the hip hop scrip I snap and crackling pop
Tell your friends and folks It's a whole new year and situation and I'm still hating hoes Will it ever stop? Look I really don't know but on the up I doubt that, loc
Now, what about your hood? Man, I'm doing mine they're doing there's so I guess It's all good And, what about your crew? Shit, my crew it's 'Tha Eastsidaz' and fool, I thought you knew
Dogg Pound ain't the same? Yeah, them niggas split up and did they own thang And went made their own gang Money is thicker than blood?
That's fuck up but on the real that's how it is 'cause, damn The world just ain't the same? And come to find out this niggas crossing out my muthafucking name So what am I to do? I put it on mind continue to shine everything fine
In G O D we trust That's why y'all suckers can't touch us, touch us Meech you made the beat And you know when we get together Shit, we like bread and meat
We coming with the heat Close your mouth cause Dogg House is definitely turning it out And what about the cops? I pay them and the ones I didn't I slaved them
Will it ever stop? It's like asking, "Who is it?" before a nigga even knock The game is here to stay? And I'm here to change the rules 'cause I'm a player that loves to play
Did you thank the Lord today? Think I did and on that note young loc, I'm getting dose Why you tell the truth? 'Cause I'm hundred twenty proof from the turf to the roof Bigg Snoop, pace, pace, pace