If you haven't got problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems and a (*##$ ain't one





Tip my hat to the sun in the west, feel the beat right in my chest

At the crossroads a second time, make the devil change his mind


It's a pound of flesh but it's really a ton


99 problems and a (*##$ ain't one




If you haven't got problems I feel bad for you son


I got 99 problems and a (*##$ ain't one

99 problems but a (*##$ ain't one





Like broken glass under my feet I can lose my mind in the sea

Looking for prize but I don't blood, order one drink then I drink the flood


You can come inside but your friends can't come


99 problems and a (*##$ ain't one




If you haven't got problems I feel bad for you son


99 problems and a (*##$ ain't one

I got 99, 99, 99, 99, 99 problems but a (*##$ ain't one


99, 99 problems but a (*##$ ain't one