99 Problems

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's Cash H*es

I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough

I'm like f**k critics you can kiss my whole a*****e

If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show

They don't play my hits - well I don't give a sh*t SO

Rap mags try and use my black a**

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads f**kers

I don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

I'm from rags to riches n***az I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one - hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one - hit me

The year is 94 in my trunk is raw

In my rearview mirror is the motherf**kin law

Got two choices y'all pull over the car or （hmm）

Bounce on the Devil put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake

Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case

So I pull over to the side of the road

do you know why I'm stoppin you for

Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low

Or do I look like a mindreader sir I don't know

Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'

you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;

License and registration and step out of the car -

Are you carryin a weapon on you I know a lot of you are

I ain't steppin out of sh*t all my papers legit

do you mind if I look around the car a little bit

Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk in the back

And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that

you sharp as a tack You should try out

For lawyer or somethin somebody important or somethin

Child I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my sh*t

we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one - hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one - hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one - hit me

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A ni**a like myself had to strongarm a h*e

This is not a h*e in the sense of havin a p**sy

But a p**sy havin no God d**n sense try an' push me

I try to ignore him talk to the Lord

Pray for him but some fools just love to perform

You know the type loud as a motorbike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and

He and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain

And there I go trapped in the Kit-Kat again

Back through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin again

Paparazzis with they cameras snappin them

D A try to give a ni**a shaft again

Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin them

Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin

But ain't nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems B and a b**ch ain't one - hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one - hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one - hit me

Whoo Whoo Uh uh

Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems and a b**ch ain't one ha ha

You crazy for this one Rick It's your boy

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