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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

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

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

Got beef with radio if we play 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 don't know what you us as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't
We 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 bitch one, hit me

Now the is ninety-four, in my trunk 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 chase Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can 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 young and I'm
And my real low
Or do I look like a reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo'?

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

I ain't 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 in the back
And I know my rights, so you need a warrant for that

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

Well, we'll see how you are when the canines come
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 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

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

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a 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, in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff

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

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

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

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

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

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 need a little room to
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm to, break