Тональность: A major
Verse 1
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Verse 2
Foes that want to make sure my
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 can kiss my whole asshole
If you 'on't like my lyrics,
you can press fast forward"
Verse 3
play they show
They 'on't play my hits,
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,
fuckers
I 'on't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence
niggas I ain't dumb
Verse 4
hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one,
Verse 5
hit me
In my rear view mirror is
pull over the car or, hmm
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
I heard "Son, do you know why
I'm stoppin' you for?"
Verse 6
and my hat's real low?
Or do I look like a mind reader,
I guess some mo'?"
"Well you was doin' 55 in the
54" "Uh huh"
"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 lil' bit?"
Verse 7
so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need
a warrant for that"
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type
of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or something?"
"Child, I ain't passed the bar,
but I know a lil' bit
Enough that you won't illegally
when the K- 9 come"
Verse 8
hit me
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one,
hit me
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one,
Verse 9
hit me
not too long ago
A nigga like myself had
of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn
Pray for 'em, cause some
loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape
in a fruit fight
The only thin' that's gon' happen
is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be yappin'
Verse 10
to the captain
Back through the system
again
Paparazzi's with they cameras,
Half a mil' for bail cause
harassin' 'em
Tryin' to play the boy like
he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet
'bout how I hold my gun
Verse 11
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't
one, hit me (gosh)
I feel bad for you son
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