99 problems lyrics

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 they 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 be celebrating 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

I got beef with radio if i don't play they show

They don't play my hits 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 the bitch aint one

If you're 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 double 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 paper's legit

"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"

Well my glove compartment is locked so are 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'?"

Nah, 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 K9 come"

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

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 Three]

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe

This is not a hoe 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, cause 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'ma get to clappin

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 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 harrasin' them

Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin

But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one.

Hit me