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If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son |
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I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one |
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[Verse One] |
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I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol |
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Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed |
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Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" |
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I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those |
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If you grew up with holes in your zapatos |
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You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough |
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I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole |
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If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward |
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Got beef with radio if I don't play they show |
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They don't play my hits well I don't give a shit SO |
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Rap mags try and use my black ass |
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So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers |
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I don't know what you take me as |
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or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has |
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I'm from rags to riches nigga I ain't dumb |
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I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one |
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Hit me |
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[Chorus] |
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99 Problems but a bitch ain't one |
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If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son |
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I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one |
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Hit me |
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[Verse Two] |
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The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw |
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In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law |
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I got two choices yall pull over the car or |
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bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor |
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Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with jake |
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Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case |
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So I...pull over to the side of the road |
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And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?" |
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Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low |
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Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know |
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Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo? |
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"Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four" |
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"License and registration and step out of the car" |
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"Are you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you are" |
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I ain't stepping out of shit all my papers legit |
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"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?" |
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Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back |
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And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that |
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"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?" |
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"Or somebody important or something?" |
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Nah I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit |
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Enough that you won't illegally search my shit |
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"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come" |
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I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one |
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Hit me |
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[Chorus X2] |
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[Verse Three] |
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Now once upon a time not too long ago |
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A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe |
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This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy |
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But a pussy having no God Damn sense, try and push me |
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I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord |
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Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform |
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You know the type loud as a motor bike |
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But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight |
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The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clapping |
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He and his boys gon' be yapping to the captain |
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And there I go trapped in the kit kat again |
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Back through the system with the riff raff again |
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Fiends on the floor scratching again |
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Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them |
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D.A. tried to give the nigga the shaft again |
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Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African |
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All because this fool was harrassin' them |
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Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin |
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But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun |
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I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain't one |
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Hit me |
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[Chorus X3] |
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You're crazy for this one Rick |
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It's your boy |