Tashia+and+Niki


 * "99 Problems"**

If your having union problems I feel bad for you son we got 99 problems and a buisness is one

//[Verse One]// i got a low payin job and i used to have a tenement Jane Adams with a hull house now i live in it Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed i got family and friends but we have no gold
 * I'm from rags to ritches n I ain't dumb**
 * we got 99 problems and a buisness** **is one**
 * Hit me**


 * //[Chorus]//**
 * 99 Problems but a b** **ain't one**
 * If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son**
 * I got 99 problems but a b***** ain't one**
 * Hit me**

I got two choices yall pull over the car or bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor Now I ain't trying 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 stopping 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 doing fifty five in a fifty four" "License and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carrying a weapon on you I know alot of you are" I ain't stepping out of s* 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 something?" Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my s* "Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come" I got 99 problems but a b 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 f** law

//[Chorus X2]//

//[Verse Three]// Now once upon a time not too long ago A n like myself had to strong arm a h But a p having no God D*** sense, try and push me** Hit me
 * This is not a h** in the sense of having a p
 * 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 clapping**
 * He and his boys gon' be yapping 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 scratching again**
 * Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them**
 * D.A. tried to give the n the shaft again**
 * Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African**
 * All because this fool was horrasin them**
 * Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin**
 * But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun**
 * I got 99 problems but being a b**** ain't one

//[Chorus X3]//

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