If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
I got the Rap Patrol ont the gat patrol
foes that wanna make sure my caskets closed
Rap critics say he's "Money,Cash,Hoes"
Im from the hood stupid what type of facts are those?
If grew up with holes in your zapper toes
you celebrate the minute you was havin dough
im like fuck critics, you can kiss my asshole
If you dont like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if i dont play they show
They dont play my hits, well i dont give a shit so,
Rap mags tryna use my black ass
So advertisers can dive em' more cash for ads fuckers
I dont know what you take me as
Or understand he intelligence that Jay Z has
Im from rags to riches niggaz I aint dumb
I got 99 porblems but a bitch aint one, hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
The year is 94 and in my trunk is raw
And in my rear view mirror is the muthafuckin law
I got two chioces yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put thw pedal to the floor
I aint tryan 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 I heard
Son do you know why im stopping you for
Cuz im young and im black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir I dont know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more
Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-four
License and registration, step out of the car
Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know alot of you are
I aint steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
well do ou mind if I look around the car a lil' bit
Well the glove department is lockesd and so is the trunck and the back
And I know my right so you gon' need a warrent for that
Arent you as sharp as a tack
What are you? A lawyer or something or somebody important?
Naw I aint pass the bar but I know a lil bit
Enough that you wont illegaly search my shit
Well we'll see how smart are when the canine comes
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one hit me
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe with a sense of having a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, Try and push me
I try and ignore em' talk to the Lord
Pray for em' but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldnt bust a grape in a fruit fight
The onlt thing thats gon' happen is ima get to clappin and
He and his boys gon' be yappin to the captain
There I go trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the rif raf again
Feinds on the floor, scratchin again
Papparazi with thay cameras snappin them
D.A tried to gice an nigga shaft again
Half a mil' fo rbail cuz Im African
All because a fool was harassing him
Tryna play ya boy hike he saccharin'
But aint nuthin sweet how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but being a bitch aint one hit me
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one hit me
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one hit me
Having girl problems I feel bad for you son
99 problems but a bitch aint one hit me
You crazy for this one Rick
Its your boy
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Lyrics submitted by Deanna Tarver.