Indeep - Celebration - A.R. Remix lyrics

[Hook] If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son I've got 99 problems but a b**h 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 having dough I'm like f** critics, you can kiss my whole a**hole 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 a** So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, f**ers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to riches, n***as I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one, hit me [Hook] [Verse 2] The year is '94, in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherf**ing 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 tryna 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 fifty-five in a fifty-four 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 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" Well, I ain't pa**ed the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my sh** "Well we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come" I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one, hit me [Hook] [Verse 3] Now once upon a time, not too long ago A n***a like myself had to strong-arm a ho This is not a ho in the sense of having a p**y But a p**y having no goddamn 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'm-a get to clapping and He and his boys gonna 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 Paparazzis with they cameras, snapping em D.A. try to give a n***a shaft again Half a mil' for bail cause I'm African All because this fool was hara**ing them Tryna play the boy like he's saccharine But ain't nothing sweet bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems, being a b**h ain't one, hit me [Hook] [Outro] You crazy for this one, Rick It's your boy