99 Problems (99个问题) (186 BPM) - The Gym Rats

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

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

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' 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 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

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

If you havin' 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**kin' law

Got two choices y'all pull over the car or hmm

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

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 mo'

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 I know a lot of you are

I ain't steppin 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 somethin' somebody important or somethin'

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 canine comes

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

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

If you havin' 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 havin' 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 strongarm a hoe

This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a p**sy

But a p**sy 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 ni**a shaft again

Half a mill' for bail cause I'm african

All because this fool was harassin' them

Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin

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

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

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

If you havin' 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 havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

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

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Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

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

Ha ha you crazy for this one rick this is your boy