Jay-Z - 99 Problems Lyrics
If your havin girl problems I feel bad for you sonI got 99 problems but a ***** ain't one[Verse One]I got the rap patrol on the gat patrolFoes that wanna make sure my casket's closedRap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are thoseIf you grew up with holes in your zapatosYou'd celebrate the minute you was havin doughI'm like ***** critics you can kiss my whole *****If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forwardGot beef with radio if I don't play they showThey don't play my hits well I don't give a shit SORap mags try and use my black assSo advertisers can give em more cash for ads...*****ersI don't know what you take me asor understand the intellegence that Jay-Z hasI'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumbI got 99 problems but a ***** ain't oneHit me[Chorus]99 Problems but a ***** ain't oneIf you havin girl problems I feel bad for you sonI got 99 problems but a ***** ain't oneHit me[Verse Two]The year is '94 and in my trunk is rawIn my rear view mirror is the mother *****in lawI got two choices yall pull over the car orBounce on the devil put the pedal to the floorNow I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jayPlus I got a few dollars I can fight the caseSo i...pull over to the side of the roadAnd I heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real lowDo I look like a mind reader sir, I don't knowAm I under arrest or should I guess some mo?"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four""Liscense and registration and step out of the car""Are you carryin a weapon on you I know alot of you are"I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the backAnd I know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?""Or somebody important or somethin?"Tah I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bitEnough that you won't illegally search my shit"Well we'll see how smart you are when the K-9's come"I got 99 problems but a ***** ain't oneHit me[Chorus X2][Verse Three]Now once upon a time not too long agoA nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoeThis is not a hoe in the sense of havin a *****But a ***** havin the God Damn sense, try and push meI tried to inore him and talk to the LordPray for him, but some fools just love to performYou know the type loud as a motor bikeBut wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fightThe only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappinHe and his boys gon be yappin to the captainAnd there I go trapped in the kit kat againBack through the system with the riff raff againFiends on the floor scratchin againPaparazzi's with they cameras snappin themD.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft againHalf-a-mil for bail cause i'm AfricanAll because this fool was harrassin himTryin to play the boy like he saccarhineAin't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gunI got 99 problems but this ***** ain't oneHit me[Chorus X3]You're crazy for this one RickIt's your boy
