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If you havin' problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

Got 'em

He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat
Foes that wanna make sure his closed
Rap that say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up holes in your zapatoes
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast

Got beef with radio if we don't play they
They play our hits, we don't give a shit, so
All these try and use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers

I don't what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that has
From, to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

Now the year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In the rear mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the to the floor

And I ain't tryin to see no highway with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So I, pull over to the side of the road, I
Son, do you why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm and I'm black
And my hat's low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some

Well, you was doin' in the fifty-four
License and and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on
I a lot of you are

I steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I 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

Aren't you as a tack, you some type of
or somethin', somebody important or somethin?
Ha, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit

Well, we'll see how smart you are the canines come
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 problems, but a 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 ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I 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 like had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' me

I try to ignore him, to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But bust a grape in a fruit fight

And thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his gon' be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat
through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a shaft again
a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin'
Tryin' to the boy like he's saccharin'
But nuttin' sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch one

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 problems, but a ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

Shut up I'm talkin' to you
up, shut up, shut up
Shut up I'm talkin' to you
up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to

you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me)
I need a room to breathe
(I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me)
you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me)
I a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm about to,