This is a song about "99 hood street boyz"

If theres a time that in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I got 99 problems but a disk ain't one

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

But now your under a hood

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Go ahead miley approves its okay go ahead and show the boyz how us girls act,

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

Simply out of this world by choice