Soul'd Out 99 Problems (1950'S Soul Version) Скачать

If you're having girl problems
I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one
Well... uh!

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket closed
Rap critics that says my new cash hoes (Ha!)
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 having dough
I'm like, "Fuck critics, you can kiss my whole ass hole" (Ha!)
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
I got beef with radio if I don't play their show (Mmm!)
They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so

Rap Mag's trying to 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 intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas, I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

Hit me
99 Problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
But a bitch ain't one
Hit me, uh, mmm, mmm

The year is '94, and my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfucking law
Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car
Or bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't trying to see no highway chase with Jake
MMA, 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" (Uh!)
"Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?"
"Well, you was doing 55 in a 54"
"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 stepping out of shit, all my papers 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?"
"Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit" (Uh!)
"Not that you wanna legally search my shit" (Uh!)
"We'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

Hit me
If you're having girl problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
But a bitch ain't one

Hit me
Yeah, 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
But a bitch ain't one
Hit me, mmm, mmm

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense, trying to push me

I try to ignore, talk to the Lord, pray for him
But some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike (Ha!)
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And the 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 (Pop!)
Back through the system with the riff-raff again (Pop!)
Deans on the floor, scratching again
Paparazzis with the cameras, snapping them

DA try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing him
Trying to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet about how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

Hit me (Ho!)
Oh, 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
But a bitch ain't one
Hit me, mmm, mmm

They crazy for this rhyme, huh? (Ho!)
It's the bomb