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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

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

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

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

I know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that has
From, rags to riches, we dumb
We 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 bitch one, hit me

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

And I ain't tryin to see no chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can the case
So I, over to the side of the road, I heard
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 I don't know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo'?

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

I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my legit
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a bit?
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' a warrant for that

you sharp as a tack, you some type of
Lawyer or somethin', somebody or somethin?
Ha, I 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 canines
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

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you girl problems, I feel 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 bitch one, hit me

Now upon a time, not too long ago
A like myself had to strongarm a hoe
is not a hoe in the sense 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 some fools just to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

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

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

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

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you havin' 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

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

you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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 room to
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm to, break