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The Voice

99 Problems Lyrics - The Voice

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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 zapper toes 

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough 

I'm like fuck 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 shit, so 

Rap mags try and use my black ass 

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers 

 

I don't know what you take me as 

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has 

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

99 problems but a bitch ain't one 

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw 

In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' 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 

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 mo'? 

Well you was doin fifty-five in the 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 shit, 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 

Aren't you sharp as a tack, you should try out 

For 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 shit 

Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes 

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

99 problems but a bitch ain't one 

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

99 problems but a bitch ain't one 

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

Now once upon a time, not too long ago 

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe 

This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy 

But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' 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 nigga 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 B and a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

99 problems but a bitch ain't one 

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

99 problems but a bitch ain't one 

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

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

 

Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son 

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha 

You crazy for this one Rick, it's your boy