If your haven’t got problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a [bad word] 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.
Its a pound of flesh but its really a ton
99 problems and a [bad word] ain’t one

 [bad word] 
If your haven’t got problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a [bad word] ain’t one
99 problems
But a [bad word] 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
All I wanna drink is drink the flood
You [bad word] inside but your friends [bad word] 
99 problems and a [bad word] ain’t one

If your haven’t got problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a [bad word] ain’t one
I got 99
99
99
99
99 problems
But a [bad word] ain’t one.

99
99 problems and a [bad word] ain’t one