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Body Count: "Manslaughter" – 2014

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Состав группы:

  • Ice-T – вокал
  • Ernie C – гитара
  • Juan of the Dead – гитара
  • Vincent Price – бас
  • Ill Will – ударные
  • Sean E Sean – сэмплы, бэк-вокал

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Jamey Jasta – вокал

Body Count: "Manslaughter" – 2014

Композиции:

  1. Talk Shit, Get Shot
  2. Pray For Death
  3. 99 Problems BC
  4. Back To Rehab
  5. Manslaughter
  6. Get A Job
  7. Institutionalized 2014
  8. Pop Bubble
  9. Enter The Dark Side
  10. Bitch In The Pit
  11. Black Voodoo Sex
  12. Wanna Be A Gangsta
  13. I Will Always Love You
  14. 99 Problems BC (Rock Mix)

Лирика

1. Talk Shit, Get Shot

Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up motherfucker, get shot!

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain't got shot
Prepare for impact, masks and black gats
You were speaking now your leaking with your bitch ass
I'm' gonna say this once, I don't play with the AK
A trip, hit ya with clips and flip ya
I'm not your average reaper with a sweeper
Conflict turns the clock kicks a bullet hits
Motherfucker talk shit get your wig split
I don't give a fuck about you and your bitch clique

Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up motherfucker, get shot!

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain't got shot
Don't push motherfucker, I push back
Fuck with me you catch a.223
We in the age of the gauge
Double-aught take a lot to make the talk stop
Black ops I live for the headshot
Act hard motherfucker stick your chest out
Break north bitch that will be your best route
Don't test me, I'm a psycho with a rifle
A beast with the piece
Bully with the fully

Anyone can get it
(When you're going to pick your kids up from school)
Anyone can get it
(While you're in church, praying to god)
Anyone can get it
(just coming backstage trying to get an autograph)
Anyone can get it!

For some reason, you motherfuckers think this is a game
You think you can say anything you want
And nothing will ever happen to you
You think we live in a new age
But let me tell you it can happen real easy
Don't make me bring the gravity nigga

You can get hit with the fifth
Twisted with the biscuit
Blasted with the ratchet
Jacked with the MAC
Bodied with the shotty
Dumped with the pump
Rocked with the Glock
Sprayed with the 'K
Domed with the chrome
Downed with the pound
Tapped with the strap
Whacked with the gat
Dusted with the musket
Tagged with the mag
Wrecked with the Intratec
Bled with the lead

Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up motherfucker, get shot!

Talk shit, get shot!

2. Pray For Death

Pray
Pray for death
Pray

You crossed your last motherfucker
It's time to pay your dues
It's time to make you suffer
It's time to turn the screws
Your pain will be my pleasure
Your screams will make me come
Your useless pleads for mercy
I'm having too much fun
My only plan is to keep you alive
So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife
As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz
Your fatal mistake, tonight's my revenge
Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray

Pray
Pray for death
Pray

I'm barely getting started, this might go on for days
Transfuse you with new blood so you don't fade away
Maybe I'll pull your teeth out, maybe I'll split your nuts
Maybe just hit your chakra, maybe just spill your guts
Haha, you didn't think I'd found you, huh?
Now I got you here
Tied down in a motherfucking chair
Oh, look at you, you're crying now, you're sorry now
What should I do? Let me look at my utensils
Oh, yeah, I got this Black & Decker drill right here
Maybe these pliers, maybe this blowtorch
Oh, look at you, you're crying now

Pray
Pray for death
Pray

My only plan is to keep you alive
So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife
As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz
Your fatal mistake, tonight's my revenge
Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray

3. 99 Problems BC

Yo check this out
I got a ho from the east
I got a ho from the west
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a bitch from the north
Got a bitch from the south
Got a bitch that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth
I got a bitch with hair
A bitch with none
A bitch with a knife
A bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there
Hey, the one I'm gonna get
But yo but maybe not
She might not like me though
No sweat to a vet
I rock her sister though
Word
I'll rock the whole damn herd
Fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the kerb
I got a bitch with a mink
Who rocks a fat gold Linc
Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
I got a bitch with tits
A bitch with ass
A bitch with none
But hey I give her a pass
And I love 'em all
I love 'em crazily
And they love me back
That's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 problems and a bitch ain't one
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
Got a bitch that's old
A bitch that's new
A bitch who loves velvet and the colours blue
I got a bitch that's fat
A bitch that's built
A bitch so old her titties give out powdered milk
I got a bitch who's funny
A bitch who ain't
A bitch that can sing
A bitch who cain't
I got a bitch that loves fucking on a airplane
I even got a bitch off Soul Train
I got a bitch who rolls ragtop Benz
Long ends
I got a bitch who's broke as a bum
But she's the most fun
I got a bitch that plays piano
A bitch who don't
A bitch that dances naked
A bitch that won't
A bitch who's short
A bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my phone out with priority calls
And I love 'em all
I love 'em crazily
And they love me back
That's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and a bitch ain't one
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
I got a bitch that loves the G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch that loves boats
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes
I got a bitch that's fast
A bitch that's slow
A bitch that's a virgin
And a bitch that's a ho
A bitch that lies
A bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man, because your bitch is too
I got a bitch that's cool
A bitch that's hot
A bitch who loves rap
A bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at
She gets up on to me and purrs like a cat
I got a bitch that runs
A bitch that walks
A bitch that yells
A bitch that talks
A bitch that's dirty
A bitch that's neat
A super fine bitch that I knocked at the swap meet
And I love 'em all
I love 'em crazily
And they love me back
That's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 problems and a bitch ain't one
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

4. Back To Rehab

You say you're getting high
BULLSHIT
You say to took you're last drink
BULLSHIT
You checking next week
BULLSHIT
You say you're finished with drugs
BULLSHIT
You say you done getting high
Do I look like a fool to you
You said you had your last drink
Tell that to somebody else man
You checking in next week
And you expect me to believe that
You need to take your lying ass
One
Fucking
Place
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To REHAB!
GO!
GO!
GO!
You say you done getting high
Do I look like a fool to you
You said you had your last drink
Tell that to somebody else man
You checking in next week
And you expect me to believe that
I'm sick and fucking tired
Of hearing
Your Fucking
Excuses
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To REHAB!
GO!
GO!
GO!
We sang this song
For all of us that have
People who are struggling with addiction
We sang this song 'cus we want you all to live
But don't waste your life man
Live
Live
Live
Live
It's always everyone else and never you
You keep lying to yourself, you're a fucking fool
We keep trying to help, you push us away
You gonna wake up dead with this game you play
You got one chance, get some help man
Maybe we should beat your ass and just check you in
The sad thing is
We don't want to see you die
You say you done getting high
Do I look like a fool to you
You said you had your last drink
Tell that to somebody else man
You checking in next week
And you expect me to believe that
You think your friends have turned on you
They Care Fucking 'Bout You Man
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To Rehab
GO!
Back, Back, Back, Back, Back To REHAB!
GO!
GO!
GO!
GO BACK!

5. Manslaughter

Once upon a time
Motherfucker disrespect you he'd wind up dead
Motherfucker's got the game twisted
Snitching fucking bitches
No more honor, no respect
What does a manhood mean?
Manslaughter, manhood's dead
Manslaughter, manhood's dead

Motherfuckers is way out of pocket
Been getting a fucking pass
You don't hear me dog, 'till you feel that shotgun blast

I might not wear no mask
I might just let you see me
You punks is out of order
It's time for manslaughter
Manslaughter, manhood's dead
Manslaughter, manhood's dead

Sometimes I sit back and I think
I think about what man hood use to mean
How men had to stand for something
Man like my father, real men
Men had to be about something
Men had to give a fuck
Men had to power through it
A man just can't give up
Steel sharpens steel reach the deadly disease
If you don't stand for shit
Then bitch get on your knees

I will not lose

I will not lose

So what's the problem yo, every man is turning bitch
How will I solve it yo? Duct tape and a shallow ditch
Man's an endangered species, this shit is getting soft
Slip up in a foreign country
And get you head cut of

Manslaughter, manhood's dead

6. Get A Job

This stress is killing me
The pressure is agony
Those people work till they break
While others just take
Stop begging, get a job
Get a gun, motherfucker, go on and rob
I'm up at 5 AM, did my work and
You sleep all day wondering why you're broke
Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends
Sad stories, sad stories never end
You claim you're fly but always meek
You're always broke but you're lying for weeks
I got problems, too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
I got problems, too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Do you carry a gun? You sit still
You never pay me back and never will
And we can man it out, you breaking my balls
Till I give the fuck up and block your call
I'm the bad guy with a bank account
You just move to your next friend and burn him out
Everyone knows this guy, this shit's true
Or maybe this song's about you
I got problems, too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
I got problems, too
I keep seeing you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job!

7. Institutionalized 2014

Yo, I came home from work the other day
I was tired, I just wanted to sit back in my big chair
And play a little a Xbox
You know, relax a little
Then my wife comes in, she start telling me I play too much Xbox
I said "What the fuck do you mean?
This is just how I relax
Can't I just play a little Xbox?"
Then she says "I saw on Oprah today that guys that play video games don't love their wives"
I'm like, "Motherfucking bitch, fuck Oprah! I don't give a fuck, I just wanna play my video game!
I don't give a fuck about Oprah, Oprah ain't got no man
You better worry about your motherfucking self
I just wanna kill some motherfuckers on Xbox"
She says: "You seem like you have a anger problem, maybe you need some help"
I'm like, "Bitch! Call the police now!"

Gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have anything to say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way
I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They put me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

The other day I go on the Internet, I'm just trying to check my email
So I put in my password, it says I have an invalid password
I know my fucking password
So then it says "go to customer service"
So I get on customer service, I start talking to this dude
This motherfucker sounds like he was from India or some shit
He says to me, "What's your first dog's name?"
I don't know what my fucking first dog's name was
What the fuck's the matter with you?
I just want my password, give me my fucking password!
So then he ends up giving me my password
And he says, "Your password has been sent to your email address"
I'm like, "I can't get in my email address
What about 'can't get in my email address'
Do you not understand, motherfucker?
He says, "Oh my God, it seems like you have an anger problem
You should have that checked out"
Aaaahh!

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They put me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

The other day I'm just sitting alone
On lunch break at my job
Trying to eat a ham sandwich
Got a little potato chips on the side, a little Kool-Aid
This motherfucker walks up to me and says
"Are you gonna eat that?"
Like, "Yeah I'm gonna eat that
What the fuck you think I'm gonna do
Shove it up your ass?
"Do you understand that that pork can kill you?"
"Look, motherfucker, pork is not gonna kill me
Unless they figure a way to shoot it out with a fucking gun
But I might kill you if you keep fucking with me!"
He says, "Hey, calm down, I'm a vegan"
Fuck, a vegan!
I couldn't give a fuck if you eat sawdust, motherfucker
Just step away from my fucking sandwich!
He says, "Do you realize how much sugar is in that Kool-Aid?"
I said, "Do you realize how much blood is in the human body?
Do you wanna see it, motherfucker?"
He says, "Oh my God, you need therapy
You have an anger problem."
Aaaaahhh!

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution
They pull me in a institution said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help to save me from the enemy, myself

Suicidal

8. Pop Bubble

I'm fed up with this shit, man
I'm gonna say it
Ain't nobody gonna say it, I'm gonna say it
Motherfuck this shit, you're all whores
Music ain't sayin' shit no more
Read my lips, read my lips you ain't talkin' bout shit
America's losing they cribs
Why you braggin' bout the shit you did?
All the shit that you buy, most of it lies
Yeah I know and you know I know
The government's tapping the net
Why you rappin' bout your car and check?
I miss P.E., I miss group's like Rage
This pop shit's making me physically sick
Obama did 8 years 'cuz
Why you singing bout bottles and clubs?
This shit don't make no sense
Most of your fans can't pay their rent
You've been sold a fantasy
You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You've been sold a fantasy
You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You're livin' in a bubble
[Jamey Jasta]
You've been sold a fantasy
Little do you know the price we pay
The sick are regarded children starve
Our veterans come out to the real war
They're penitent on borrowed time
The beggars steal, the media lies
Now you've been bought and fuckin' sold
Feel steel like a temple, body count
Music is coming a long way
Guys have gone from fight the power
To what does Kim Kardashian have on today
The fuck's the matter with you?
This pop shit's driving me fucking crazy
And I'm not talking about the people that started out being popstars
I'm talking about so-called 'hardcore' motherfuckers
That'll do anything to get on the radio
Eat a dick
Body Count, motherfucker
I can't fake it
This shit's whack
I say this to your face, this ain't behind your back
You corny motherfuckers, can't look me in the eyes
Cause most of you fake and you're living a lie
You're living in a lie
The cops are still twisted
The laws are still fucked
The rich are still greedy
Government's still corrupt
You're living in a fucking lie
The news is all gossip
People have no hope
So what, you're making cash?
Your soul is still broke
You've been sold a fantasy
You're living in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You've been sold a fantasy
You're living in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You're living in a bubble
Bitch motherfuckers, don't want no fight
Ya mothefuckin' pants too tight
You'll be in for a few
And then you're through
Cause pop ain't got no love
So what?
Your shit's in the club
You want me to say some names?
I'm too seasoned in this game
That only give em pop fame
Fuck bloggers, fuck bullshit hype
Ice is the only one tonight
Check my history, ain't shit changed
Still OG, and I'm still insane
Turn that fucking radio off

9. Enter The Dark Side

People say, "Ice, you got money"
I say, "Man, I just got some money
And I know how easy it is to lose it"
You know what I'm saying?
I know how one mistake can cost you it all
I didn't come from money
I came from the dark side
And I never wanna go back there
The ghetto is not black, the ghetto is poor
You don't know me, you ain't never met me before
You pre-judge my life and you don't know my pain
You feel you're so much better when we're all the same
Because you have money you feel you're above us all
So fucking self-righteous until you take that fall
And then you're flat broke and you need food to eat
Once behind guarded gates and now you walk the streets
Police are different now, they get fucked with every day
You walk my people now, they move the other way
You never gave a fuck, just lived your selfish life
You never broke a law, hungry you fucking might
Welcome to the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Into the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Welcome to the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Don't ever judge a man till you lived his life
The tables could turn in the blink of an eye
Talking shit damn from that high horse you ride
One mistake for you, into the dark side
Into the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Welcome to the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Into the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty

10. Bitch In The Pit

Bless your flesh, full contact
Risk your life in a blink of an eye!
Man on men, Mortal Kombat
Don't fall, you could lose it all!
The more brutal the better
The harder to rest
Body clash and to
Stay
I've seen it all, every show
One thing never cease to amaze!
There's a bitch in the pit
A fucking bitch in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit
Keep it moving, this is no fucking joke
One slip, you could get your neck broke
This is the killer tone where the weak lose
All the fuck I command you to do is
MOVE YOUR ASS! MOVE YOUR ASS!
See, I don't give a fuck she's harder than man
In the chaos, song after song
She's not afraid to bleed
She's
Remorse me
In the moshpit all night long
She's in the hotter reaction
She knows what she's doing
Every night, every show
There's a bitch in the pit!
There's a bitch in the pit
A fucking bitch in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit
She came here to party
She's ready to rock
She said let's ride or die!
She ain't scared of nothing
She's ready to fight
She said she'll die tonight!
She came here to party
She's ready to rock
She said let's ride or die!
She ain't scared of nothing
She's ready to fight
She said she'll die tonight!
She came here to party
She's ready to rock
She said let's ride or die!
She ain't scared of nothing
She's ready to fight
She said she'll die tonight!
There's a bitch in the pit!
Who the fuck is that bitch?

11. Black Voodoo Sex

I'm speaking to the woman with that voodoo doll
Well, there's more to that story
She had a daughter
Find this bitch I ever seen
Are you a sex machine?
A walking wet dream
She said she wanted me
She said: come here boy
I show you how to do it right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna fuck you all night
She took me back to her cold crib, dark and scary
Connected to a cemetery
I couldn't fuckin breathe
And then she pushed up again
And said: come here, boy
I show you how to do it right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna fuck you all night
Sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo
Sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo
Sex black voodoo, sex
Please God help me!
She pushed me back in the bed
With her blood red
Then she did some voodoo shit
And then he started to sweat
Her body was soaking wet
She said: come here boy
I show you how to do it right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna fuck you all night
Hold on, wtf is that hit?
Is that a knife?
Bitch, is that a knife
Is that real blood?
Hold on, bitch you're crazy
Black voodoo sex

12. Wanna Be A Gangsta

So you wanna be a gangsta, bang to death
Shoot to kill, represent your set
Ride around in a low rider
No matter how hard they can go
You can go harder
Never scared to get down, quickly bust your Mac
Enemies get dealt with, never tuck your flag
Stay dusted, high as a motherfucker
Get that working, lay down another buster
And the game, it don't matter, it becomes your wife
Ink in your skin cause this shits for life
Pledge your life to the hood, nigga, you ain't cut for this
Motherfucker, you can't fuck with this
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet
You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet
You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhoods elite
You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets
You don't know a thing about this
Too many fucking rap songs
They got you on the pay, this is your last song
You sit behind a keyboard and you pretend you hard as fuck
But you mustve been hood, get your ass sold up
And if you want to, boy, don't have to look too hard
You can listen to me or fuck a prison guard
Get caught in this world, gang banging is no fucking game
Fuck around in the killers fields and get blown out the frame
I want you to listen to me
And pay fucking attention
If you ain't from the hood
Stay the fuck out of the hood
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet
You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet
You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhoods elite
You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets

13. I Will Always Love You

This song is dedicated to the heroes, the real heroes!
Young men and women that have given their lives
And risked their lives for this country!
Taught you everything, dropped out of school at 17
Trying to get a job at an early age
But no diploma means minimum wage
Bumped into a military recruiter
Said the same, no game, no first person shooter
With high-school you missed it
So that day you're enlisted
First day off the...
Basic training, scared as fuck
Thrill instructors, demons from hell
You never forget what you hear and yell
Six minutes of torture drives you insane
March, run, march, train!
You're asking yourself why the fuck you came
Lock them all 30 rounds, watch your lane!
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
We, we always will love you
We, we always will love you
We always will love you
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Basic bullshit, the AIT
Been through a unit, company, squad
You finally get a break cause training its hard
You meet your new fam, the platoon men
You bond with them, they become your boys
Two months later you're all deployed
Now damn rain, shit gets real
Enemy shoot back, confirm your kills
You learn firsthand, PTST
Your best friends kill, by IED
You watch your whole team get blown apart
You catch a frag in a purple heart
You write back home, you lost your pride
This struggle with God is a suicide
To this country you gave your life
And we must respect your sacrifice!
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
We, we always will love you
We, we always will love you
We always will love you
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
This goes out to my fellow vets
Sometimes you come home, you don't get the respect you deserve
You don't get the love and the praise that you should
Well, Im here to give it to you right now!
A lot of times people don't realize
That the freedoms we have here
People have thought and died for it
Giving their lives!
Come on, man!
I love you!
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
We, we always will love you
We, we always will love you
We always will love you
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!

14. 99 Problems BC (Rock Mix)

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
I got a hoe from the East, I got a hoe from the West
Got a hoe who likes to jerk it off and rob it in a chest
I got a bitch from the North, I got a bitch from the South
I got a bitch who like to suck it long and hold it in her mouth
I got a bitch with air, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with an a** big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there
Hey, the one I'm gonna get or maybe not!
She might not like me, though
No sweat to a vet, I rock her sister, though
Or I rock the whole damn heard
FUCK them all and leave them on a curb
I got a bitch with a mink, who likes a fat gold ling
Who likes to fuck me with an a** upon the kitchen sink
I got a bitch with tits, a bitch with a**
A bitch with none, but hey, I give her a pass, and I love them all!
I love them crazily, and they love me back
That's why they stay with me!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
I got a bitch, this old, a bitch, this new
A bitch who loves velvet and the colours blue
I got a bitch this fat, a bitch this built
A bitch who all the titties give powder milk
I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
I got a bitch who loves fucking on airplane
I even got a bitch who have soul train
I got a bitch who owns rock top bands, long ends!
I got a bitch who's broke as a plum
But she's the most fun!
I got a bitch who plays piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my phone and probably calls
And I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
I got a bitch who loves the G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves boats
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes
I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch who's slow
A bitch that's a virgin, and a bitch that's a hoe
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man, because your bitch is too!
I got a bitch this cool, a bitch this hot
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost, and one who knows where is at
She gets up on me and purrs like a cat
I got a bitch that runs, a bitch that walks
A bitch she yells, a bitch she talks
A bitch this dirty, a bitch this mean
A super fan bitch that I not to.. me
Then I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!

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