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If you girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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 "Money, Cash, Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
I'm fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward
Got beef 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, fuckers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the 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 me!
99 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 me!
The year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In my rearview mirror is the 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 Jay
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 what I'm stoppin you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look a mindreader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was fifty-five in a fifty-four;
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 paper's legit
"Well do you mind if I look 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 some type of 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 me!
99 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 me!
99 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 me!
Now once a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to a hoe
is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy no God sense, try an' push me
I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to 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
with they cameras, them
D.A. try to give a again
a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin
But ain't nuttin bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but and a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 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 me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I 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!
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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 "Money, Cash, Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
I'm fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward
Got beef 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, fuckers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the 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 me!
99 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 me!
The year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In my rearview mirror is the 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 Jay
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 what I'm stoppin you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look a mindreader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was fifty-five in a fifty-four;
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 paper's legit
"Well do you mind if I look 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 some type of 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 me!
99 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 me!
99 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 me!
Now once a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to a hoe
is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy no God sense, try an' push me
I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to 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
with they cameras, them
D.A. try to give a again
a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin
But ain't nuttin bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but and a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 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 me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I 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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