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

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

Got beef with radio if we don't they show
They don't our hits, we don't give a shit, so
All mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash 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' problems, I feel 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 rear view is the motherfuckin' law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the

And I ain't tryin to see no highway 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 know why I'm you for?

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

Well, you was doin' in the fifty-four
License and and step 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 legit
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a bit?
Well, my glove is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' a warrant for that

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

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the canines
I got 99 problems, but a ain't 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

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 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
This is not a hoe in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' me

I try to ignore him, to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

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

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

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

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

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

Shut up 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 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 bitch one, hit me)
I a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm to, break