99 Luft

If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one

[Verse 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 zapitos
You´d celebrate the minute you was havin doe
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 intellegence that Jay-Z has
I´m from rags to ritches nigga i ain´t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one
Hit me

[Chorus]
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

[Verse Two]
The year is ´94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now 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
And i heard "Son do you know why i´m stoppin you for?"
Cause i´m young and i´m black and my hats real low
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 a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration 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 back
And 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?"
Nah i ain´t pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won´t illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9´s come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one
Hit me

[Chorus X2]

[Verse Three]
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 God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn´t bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that´s gonna happen is i´mma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi´s with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i´m African
All because ths fool was horrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain´t nothin sweet ´bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain´t one
Hit me

[Chorus X3]

You´re crazy for this one Rick
It´s your boy