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99 Problems

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99 Problems was released on October 1, 2010 by Normal People Making Hits as a part of the album Hope Is For the Hopeless

Song Details

AlbumHope Is For the Hopeless

Release DateOctober 1, 2010

LabelNormal People Making Hits

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM171

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Philadelphia Grand Jury

Philadelphia Grand Jury

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Rick Rubin

Songwriter

Shawn Carter

Songwriter

Norman Landsberg

Norman Landsberg

Songwriter

Felix Pappalardi

Felix Pappalardi

Songwriter

John Ventura

Songwriter

Tracy Marrow

Songwriter

Alphonso Henderson

Alphonso Henderson

Songwriter

Billy Squier

Songwriter

Leslie West

Songwriter

Lyrics

If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one

I've got the Rap Patrol on the - patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say, "He's Money, Cash -"

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, "- critics, you can kiss my whole -

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 sh-, so

Rap mags try and use my black -

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads

I don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

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

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!

99 problems, but a b- ain't one

If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!

The year is '94, in my trunk is raw

In my rearview mirror is the mother- law

Got two choices, y'all, pull over the car or (mm)

Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor

And 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

I heard, "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"

"'Cause I'm young, and I'm black and my hat's real low?

Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know

Am I under arrest, or should I guess some more?"

"Well, you was doing 55 in a 54 (uh-uh)

License and registration and step out of the car

Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"

"I ain't steppin' out of sh-, all my paper's legit"

"Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"

"Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in 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?"

"I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my sh-"

"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!

99 problems, but a b- ain't one

If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me (ah, ah)

99 problems, but a b- ain't one

If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A n- like myself had to strong-arm a h-

This is not a h- in the sense of havin' a p-

But a p- havin' no god- sense, try and push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord

Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform

You know the type, loud as a motorbike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

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

And he and his boys gon' 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

Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' 'em

D.A. try to give a n- 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 g-

I got 99 problems, bein' a b- ain't one, hit me!

99 problems, but a b- ain't one

If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!

99 problems, but a b- ain't one

If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me! (Whoo! Whoo!)

Havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, and a b- ain't one

You crazy for this one, Rick

It's your boy

Written by: Alphonso Henderson, Felix Pappalardi, John Ventura, Leslie Weinstein, Norman Landsberg, Rick Rubin, Shawn Carter, Tracy Marrow, William Squier

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