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If you girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are

If you grew up with in your zapatoes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin'
So fuck critics, you can the whole asshole
If you like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

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

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

And I tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
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 real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or should I some mo'?

Well, you was fifty-five in the fifty-four
License and registration and out of the car
Are you carryin' a on you?
I a lot of you are

I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers
Well, do you 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 for that

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

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the canines
I 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 ain't 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 ain't one, hit me

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

Now upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like had to strongarm 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 ignore him, talk to the
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to and
He and his boys gon' be to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the again
Back through the system with the again

on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. try to give a nigga again
Half a mill' for bail I'm African

All because this fool was harassin'
Tryin' to play the boy like saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet how I hold my gun
I got 99 B and a bitch ain't one

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

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

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