If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Got 'em, Mike
He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes who wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics who say he's money, cash, hoes
He's from the hood, stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd be celebratin' the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss a whole asshole
You don't like the lyrics you can press fast forward
Beef with radio if we don't play they show
They don't play our hits we don't give a shit, so
All these mags tryin' to use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches we ain't dumb
We got ninety-nine problems
We got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety-nine problems
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
Now the year's ninety-four in my trunk is raw
In the rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' 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 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 what I'm stoppin' you for
'Cos I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Do I look like a mind reader, sir
I don't know
Am I under arrest or should
I guess some more
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
Know a lot of you are
I ain't steppin' out of shit all my paper 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, uh
Well aren't you sharp as a tack
Well you some type of lawyer or somethin'
Somebody important or somethin'
Ha ha, I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
Well, we'll see how smart you are when the canines come
I got ninety-nine problems
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety-nine problems
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety-nine problems
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety-nine problems
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
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 goddamn sense, try and push me
I try to ignore him talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma 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
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail 'cos I'm African
All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety-nine problems bein' a bitch ain't one
Ninety-nine problems
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety-nine problems
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
If you havin' girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Shut up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
I need a little room to breathe
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Everything you say to me
I need a little room to breathe
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got ninety-nine problems
And I'm about to break
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