Текст песни Boom Boom Pow - Bang Bang Electro Mix - DJ Dizzy

Whatever
Dre just let it run
Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit
Ay yo, this song is for anyone
F it just shut up and listen

Ay yo
I sit back with this pack of zigzags
And this bag of this weed
It gives me the s needed to be
The most meanest emcee on this - on this earth
Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed
And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre s that works
And it sells and it helps in its self
To relieve all this tension dispensing me
Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently
All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eating or feedin' my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherfin thing
I'm not Mr. NSYNC and I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly
I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of arguing - I don't mean to mean but it's all I can be
It's just me

And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b ain't one

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics they 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 ya zapatos
You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like f critics you can kiss my whole ahole
I got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits i don't give a s SO
Rap mags try and use my black a
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fers
I don't know what you take me as,
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches ns I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a b ain't one
Hit me

But still im havin memories of high speeds when the cops crash,
As i laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast,
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart,
And in the dark would we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what i had, and plenty wishes,
No hesitation in the extirmination of these snitches,
Envious bes, they still continue to pursue me,
A couple of movies now the whole worlds tryin to screw me,
Even the cops tried to sue me,
So what can i do? but say true, sippin' 22's of brew
And now the medias tryin to test me, got the press askin questions tryin to stress me,
Misery is all i see thats my minds state,
My history with the police will shake the crime rate,
My main man had two strikes, slipped got arrested and flipped, screamed "THUG LIFE!" and emptied the clip, got tired of runnin' from the police