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99 Problems

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't oneI got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'

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 fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forwardGot beef with radio if I don't play they show

They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so

Rap mags try and use my black ass

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckersI don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit meThe year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw

In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law

Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or

Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floorAnd 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

Son 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 mind reader sir? I don't know

Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?

Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-fourLicense 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 shit, all my papers legit

Well 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

Aren't 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 shit

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit meNow once upon a time, not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe

This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy

But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push meI 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 fightAnd 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 againFiends on the floor, scratchin' again

Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them

D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again

Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm AfricanAll 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 bitch ain't one, hit me99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit meHavin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha

You crazy for this one Rick, it's your boy

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