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If you havin' girl problems, I 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 wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap that say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your
celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can the whole asshole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can fast forward

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

I don't know what you us as
Or understand the intelligence that has
From, rags to riches, we dumb
We got 99 problems, but a ain't 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 the year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In the view 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 chase with Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull to the side of the road, I heard
Son, do you know why I'm stoppin' you

'Cause I'm and I'm black
And my hat's low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo'?

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

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

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

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the come
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 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 ain't one
If you havin' problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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 of havin' a pussy
But a pussy no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight

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

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

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

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

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

up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, shut up, 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 ain't one, hit me)
I a little 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 need a room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm to, break