99 Problems (HipHop)

[Chorus]

If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'

I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one

[Verse 1]

I've 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 zapatos

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough

I'm like, "Forget 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

Suckеrs, I don't know what you take me as

Or understand thе intelligence that Jay Z has

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

I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!

[Chorus]

99 problems, but a punk ain't one

If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'

I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one

[Verse 2]

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin'

And he and his boys gonna 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

Paparazzi's with they cameras, snappin' em

D.A. try to give a cat shaft again

Half a mil' for bail ‘cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine

But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!

[Chorus]

99 problems, but a punk ain't one

If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'

I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!

If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'

I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!

[Outro]

It's your boy