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If you havin 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 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 forward
Got 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 ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you 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 trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the 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 of the road
I heard "Son do you know what 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 mindreader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo'?
"Well you was fifty-five in a fifty-four;
license 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 around the car a little bit?"
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 or somethin, somebody important or somethin"
Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough 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 girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a 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 ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an' push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
And 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 again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin again
Paparazzis cameras, snappin them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin them
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 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 feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one Rick! It's 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 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 forward
Got 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 ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you 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 trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the 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 of the road
I heard "Son do you know what 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 mindreader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo'?
"Well you was fifty-five in a fifty-four;
license 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 around the car a little bit?"
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 or somethin, somebody important or somethin"
Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough 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 girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a 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 ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an' push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight
And 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 again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin again
Paparazzis cameras, snappin them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin them
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 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 feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one Rick! It's boy!
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