If you havin' problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a ain't one
I got the Rap on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash, I'm from the hood stupid, type of facts are those?
If you grew up holes in your zapper toes You'd celebrate the you was havin' dough I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my asshole If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I play they show They don't play my hits, well I give a shit, so Rap try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
I know what you take me as Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I dumb I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me
99 but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me
The year is ninety-four, in my is raw In my rear view is the motherfuckin' law Got two choices y'all, pull the car or Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the
And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the So I over to the side of the road Son do you know why I'm you for?
'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's low Or do I look like a mind sir? I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess mo'? Well you was doin fifty-five in the
and registration and step out of the car Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I a lot of you are I steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for you sharp as a tack, you should try out For or somethin', somebody important or somethin'
I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't search my shit Well we'll see how smart you are when the comes I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me
99 but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me
99 problems but a bitch one If you havin' girl I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me
Now once upon a time, not too ago A nigga myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no sense, try an' push me
I try to him, talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to You the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight
And only that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and He and his boys gon' be to the Captain And there I go, in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin' Paparazzis with they cameras, them D.A. try to give a shaft again Half a for bail 'cause I'm African
All this fool was harassin' them Tryin' to play the boy he's saccharin' But ain't nuttin' sweet how I hold my gun I got 99 problems B and a ain't one, hit me
99 but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems I bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me
99 problems but a bitch one If you havin' girl I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me
Havin' girl problems I bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch one, ha ha You crazy for this one Rick, it's boy