He (Obama) should ask Mr. 99 Problems...who is his good friend and gangsta thug lyricist...the guy the tender yutes listen to for life advice.
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
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