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99 Problems (186 BPM) - Workout Trax
Written by：Alphonso Henderson/George Clinton/Tracy Marrow
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta 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 your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like F**k 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 sh*t so
Rap mags try and use my black a**
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads f**kers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
Ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
Year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the motherf**king law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or hmm
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
I heard Son do you know why I'm stopping you for
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's 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 doing fifty-five in the fifty-four uh huh
License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you are
I ain't stepping out of sh*t all my papers legit
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack
You some type of lawyer or something
Somebody important or something
Child I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my sh*t
Well we'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
Ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
Ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A ni**a like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a p**sy
But a p**sy having no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping 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 scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them
DA tried to give a ni**a shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine problems being a b**ch ain't one hit me
Ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
Ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
Having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems and a b**ch ain't one
You're crazy for this one Rick it's your boy
