Lyrics
If
you're
havin'
girl
problems,
I
feel
bad
for
you,
son
I
got
99
problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
I
got
the
Rap
Patrol
on
the
gat
patrol
Foes
still
wanna
make
sure
my
casket's
closed
Rap
critics
that
say
he's
money
cash
(censored)
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
havin'
dough
I'm
like,
"Critics,
you
can
kiss
my
(censored)
hole"
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
(censored),
so
Rap
mags
try
and
use
my
black
(censored)
So
advertisers
can
get
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
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
99
Problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one
If
you're
havin'
girl
problems,
I
feel
bad
for
you,
son
I
got
99
problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
The
year's
'94
and
in
my
trunk
is
raw
In
my
rearview
mirror
is
the
(censored)
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
could
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
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
more?
"Well,
you
was
doin'
55
in
a
54"
"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,
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
in
the
back
And
I
know
my
rights,
so
you
gon'
need
a
warrant
for
that
"Are
you
sharp
as
a
tack?
You
some
type
of
lawyer
or
somethin'?
Somebody
important
or
somethin'?"
I
ain't
passed
the
bar,
but
I
know
a
little
bit
Enough
that
you
won't
illegally
search
my
(censored)
"We'll
see
how
smart
you
are
when
the
canine
comes"
I
got
99
problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
99
Problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one
If
you're
havin'
girl
problems,
I
feel
bad
for
you,
son
I
got
99
problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
99
Problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one
If
you're
havin'
girl
problems,
I
feel
bad
for
you,
son
I
got
99
problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
Now,
once
upon
a
time,
not
too
long
ago
A
(censored)
like
myself
had
to
strong-arm
a
(censored)
This
is
not
a
in
the
sense
of
havin'
a
(censored)
But
a
havin'
(censored)
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
(censored)
shaft
again
Half
a
mil'
for
bail
'cause
I'm
African
All
because
this
fool
was
harassin'
them
Try
to
play
the
boy
like
he's
saccharine
But
ain't
nothin'
sweet
'bout
how
I
hold
my
(censored)
I
got
99
problems
bein'
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
99
Problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one
If
you're
havin'
girl
problems,
I
feel
bad
for
you,
son
I
got
99
problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
99
Problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one
If
you're
havin'
girl
problems,
I
feel
bad
for
you,
son
I
got
99
problems,
but
a
(censored)
ain't
one,
hit
me
Woo,
woo,
uh,
uh
Havin'
girl
problems,
I
feel
bad
for
you,
son
I
got
99
problems
and
a
(censored)
ain't
one
You
crazy
for
this
one,
Rick
It's
your
boy
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