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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 critics say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what of facts are those?

If you grew up with in your zapatoes
You'd celebrate the you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can the whole asshole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast

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

I don't what you take us as
Or understand the that Jay-Z 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 bitch 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
on the Devil, put the pedal 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, 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 sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or should I guess some

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 steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
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 my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that

Aren't you as a tack, you some type 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 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' 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 bitch 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 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 havin' no goddamn sense, try an' me

I try to ignore him, talk to the
Pray for him, but some fools love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit

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

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

All this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to the boy like 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 havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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

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

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