If you're havin' girl
problems I feel bad
for you son I got 99
problems but a b*tch
ain't one I got the
Rap patrol on the
gat patrol
foes that wanna
make sure my
casket's closed
Rap critics that say
he's "Money Cash H*es"
I'm from the hood stupid
what type of facts
are those
If you grew up with
holes in ya zapatos
you'd celebrate
the minute you was
havin' dough
I'm like f*ck critics
you can kiss my
whole as*hole
If you don't like my lyrics
you can press
fast forward
I got beef with radio
if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits
well I don't give a sh*t so
rap mags try and use
my black a*s
So advertisers can give
'em more cash for ads
f*ckers
I don't know what you
take me as or understand
the intelligence that
Jay-Z has I'm from
Rags to riches
ni**as I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
99 problems but
the b*tch ain't one
if you're havin' girl
problems I feel bad
for you son
I got 99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
the year's ninety-four
and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror
is the mother f*ckin' law
I got two choices y'all
pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil
put the pedal to the floor
and I ain't tryna see no
highway chase with Jay
Plus I got a few dollars
I can fight the case
so I
Pull over to the side of
the road I heard "Son
do you know why I'm
stoppin' you for?"
'Cause I'm young
and I'm black and my
hats real low or do I look
like a mind reader sir
I don't know
Am I under arrest or
should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin'
fifty-five in a fifty-four
License and registration
and step out of the car
are you carryin' a
weapon on you
I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of sh*t
all my paper's legit
"Well do you mind
if I look around the car
a little bit?"
Well my glove
compartment is locked
so is the trunk
in the back
And I know my rights
so you gon need
a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a
tack, you some type of
lawyer or somethin'
somebody important
or somethin'?"
Nah I ain't passed the bar
but I know a little bit
enough that you won't
illegally search my sh*t
"We'll see how smart you
are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
99 problems but a
b*tch ain't one
if you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
if you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
Now once upon a time
not too long ago
A n*gga like myself had
to strong arm a hoe
this is not a hoe in the
sense of havin' a p*ssy
But a p*ssy havin' no
God damn sense
to try and push me
I tried to ignore him
talk to the Lord
pray for him
but some fools just
love to perform
You know the type
loud as a motor bike
but wouldn't bust
a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's
gonna happen is
Imma get to clappin' and
he and his boys gon be
yappin' to the captain
And there I go trapped
in the kit kat again
back through the system
with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor
scratchin' again
paparazzi's with their
cameras snappin' them
D.A. tried to give a
n*gga shaft again
half-a-mil for bail
'cause I'm African
All because this fool
was harassin' them
tryna play the boy
like he's saccarin
But ain't nothin' sweet
'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems
being a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
if you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
if you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a b*tch ain't one
hit me!
Havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
and a b*tch ain't one
ha ha
You're crazy for
this one Rick
it's your boy