If your havin girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a b**** 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 wit O's and you zap the toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
I'm like f**k critics, you can kiss my whole a**hole
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 s**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 ritches, n**** I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a b**** ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus]
99 Problems, but a b**** ain't one
If you havin girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a b**** ain't one
Hit me
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the motherf**kin law
I got two choices y'all, 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
I heard "son do you know what I'm stopping you for?"
"Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I'on know
Am I under arrest or should i guess some mo?"
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
"Liscense 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 s**t all my papers legit"
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a lil' 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 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 s**t"
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got 99 problems, but a b**** ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus(repeat three×)]
99 Problems, but a b**** ain't one
If you havin girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a b**** ain't one
Hit me
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A n**** like myself, had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a p****
But a p***y havin no Goddamn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him, 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 the 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
Paparatzi's wit they cameras snappin them
D.A. tried to give the n**** the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African
All because a fool was harrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this b**** ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus(repeat three×)]
You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy |
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