If your havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
[Verse 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 doe
I m like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
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 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 intellegence that Jay-Z has
I m from rags to ritches niggas I ain t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Two]
The year is 94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now 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
And I heard "Son do you know why i m stoppin you for?"
Cause i m young and i m black and my hats real low
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 a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin a weapon on you I know alot of you are"
I ain t steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon need a warrent for that
"Aren t you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Nah I ain t pass 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 K-9 s come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three]
Now 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 God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn t bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that s gonna happen is i mma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there I go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi s with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i m African
>All because ths fool was harrassin them
Tryin to play the boy like you sack your friend
But ain t nothin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus X3]
You re crazy for this one Rick
It s your boy

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