I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a spanner ain't one
I got the preload Patrol on the shift patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my garage's closed
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Kawasaki, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of tuner are those?
If you grew up with holes in your alpinestar toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck partzilla, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with honda if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well I don't give a repsol shit, so
Rap mags try and use my track ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the KTRC that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to suspensions, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a spanner ain't one, hit me
99 problems but a spanner ain't one
If you havin' wrench problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a spanner ain't one, hit me
The year is ninety-four, a gsxr750 is on the move
In my rear view mirror he's gonna motherfuckin' lose
Got two choices y'all, pull over the zuke or
Bounce on the Devil, roll the throttle to the floor
And I ain't tryin' to see no gopro chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can nitrous the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?
'Cause I'm young and on the track and my nitrous is real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should gear down some mo'?
Well you was doin one fifty-five in the one fifty-four
License and registration and step over to the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are
I ain't steppin' toward shit, all my papers legit
Well do you mind if I look around the bike a little bit?
Well my Connie 14 glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warranty for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin'
Child I ain't boosted a bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally turbo my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a spanner ain't one, hit me
99 problems but a spanner ain't one
If you havin' wrench problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a spanner ain't one, hit me
99 problems but a spanner ain't one
If you havin' wrench problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a spanner ain't one, hit me
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A track star like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a honda in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' 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 clutch wheelie in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the road Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one, hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, it's your boy
so on and so forth
NEW WRENCH
Take it easy rear shock....see yah later low ride height.
