99 Problems (99个问题) (186 BPM) - Dance Workout 2015

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

I've 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 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

I don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has

I'm from rags to riches I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

The year is '94 in my trunk is raw

In my rearview mirror is the motherf**king law

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 why I'm stopping you for

'Cause 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 doing 55 in a 54

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 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 something

Somebody important or something

Well 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 K9 come

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got 99 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

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 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 gonna 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' 'em

D.A. try to give a ni**a shaft again

Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine

But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems being a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

Having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

You crazy for this one Rick

It's your boy