This is a song about "99 hood street boyz"

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Hold on you can see my vision

I got 99 problems but a disk ain't one

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I'm chillin' in this hood

And i already 99 of them,

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

I got 99 problems but a disk ain't one

Now we all in the street

The drug that they brain need

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Ya got 99 problems and obviously a bitch ain't one,