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[If you`re havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one



[Verse 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 Hoes"

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 fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don`t like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if i don`t play they show

They don`t play my hits well i don`t give a shit SO

Rap mags try and use my black ass

So advertisers can give `em more cash for ads...fuckers

I don`t know what you take me as

or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

I`m from rags to ritches niggas i ain`t dumb

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Chorus]

99 Problems but a bitch ain`t one

If you havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Verse Two]

The year`s `94 and my trunk is raw

In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin` law

I got two choices y`all pull over the car or (hmmm)

Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor

Now i ain`t tryin` to see no highway chase with Jake

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

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-fo` "

"Liscense 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 shit all my papers legit

"Well, do you mind if i look round 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 something`?"

"Or somebody important or somethin`?"

Tah i ain`t pass the bar but i know a little bit

Enough that you won`t illegally search my shit

"We`ll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Chorus X2]



[Verse Three]

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho

This is not a ho in the sense of havin` a pussy

But a pussy havin` no God damn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore him and 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 i`m ma get to clappin``n`

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

Paparazzis with they cameras snappin` them

D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again

Half-a-mil for bail cause i`m African

All because this fool was harrassin` him

Tryin` to play the boy like he`s saccharin

But ain`t nothin` sweet `bout how i hold my gun

I got 99 problems, bein` a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Chorus X2]



if you`re havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one



Your crazy for this one, Rick!

Its ya boy ]

[If you`re havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one



[Verse 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 Hoes"

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 fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don`t like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if i don`t play they show

They don`t play my hits well i don`t give a shit SO

Rap mags try and use my black ass

So advertisers can give `em more cash for ads...fuckers

I don`t know what you take me as

or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

I`m from rags to ritches niggas i ain`t dumb

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Chorus]

99 Problems but a bitch ain`t one

If you havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Verse Two]

The year`s `94 and my trunk is raw

In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin` law

I got two choices y`all pull over the car or (hmmm)

Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor

Now i ain`t tryin` to see no highway chase with Jake

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

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-fo` "

"Liscense 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 shit all my papers legit

"Well, do you mind if i look round 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 something`?"

"Or somebody important or somethin`?"

Tah i ain`t pass the bar but i know a little bit

Enough that you won`t illegally search my shit

"We`ll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Chorus X2]



[Verse Three]

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho

This is not a ho in the sense of havin` a pussy

But a pussy havin` no God damn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore him and 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 i`m ma get to clappin``n`

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

Paparazzis with they cameras snappin` them

D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again

Half-a-mil for bail cause i`m African

All because this fool was harrassin` him

Tryin` to play the boy like he`s saccharin

But ain`t nothin` sweet `bout how i hold my gun

I got 99 problems, bein` a bitch ain`t one

Hit me



[Chorus X2]



if you`re havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one



Your crazy for this one, Rick!

Its ya boy ]

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