Courtney Love – 99 Problems chords
Chords:
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 99 Problems by Courtney Love ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Super simple, this is a Jay-Z cover she played live recently on acoustic guitar. Pretty sure it's just these three chords. Tuning: EADGBEEm GGot the rock patrol on the gat patrolDFoes that wanna make sure my casket's closedEm GCritics are saying he's "money, cash, hoes,D"From the hood, stupid, what types of facts are those?"Em GIf you grew up with holes in your ZapatosDYou'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doughEm GI'm like "Fuck you critics, kiss my whole asshole"DIf you don't like my lyrics you can press fast-forwardEm GI've got beef with radio if I don't play their showDThey don't play my hits, but I don't give a shit, soEm GRap mags try and use my black assDSo advertisers can give 'em more cash for adsEm GI don't know what you take me asDOr understand the intelligence Jay-Z hasEm GI'm from rags to riches, nigger, I ain't dumbDI got ninety nine problems and a bitch ain't oneEm GI got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't oneDIf you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you sonEm GI got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't oneEm GOnce upon a time not too long agoDA nigger like myself had to strong arm a hoEm GThis is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussyDBut a pussy having no goddamn sense, try and push meEm GI tried to ignore it, pray to the lordDPray for him, cause some fools love to performEm GYou know the type, loud as a motorbikeDBut wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fightEm GAnd the only thing that's gonna happenDIs that I'm gonna get to clappin'Em GHe and his boys gonna be yappin' to the captainDAnd there I go trapped in the Kit Kat againEm G Back through the system with the riff raff againDFiends on the floor, scratching againEm GPaparazzis with their cameras, snapping at themDD.A. tried to give a nigga a shaft againEm GA million for bail cause I'm AfricanDAll because the fools harassin'Em GTry to play the boy like he's saccharinDBut ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gunEm G DAin't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gunEm G DAin't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gunEm G DAin't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gunEm G DAin't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gunEm G DNothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gunEm G DAin't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gunEm I got a ninety nine problemsG D EmBut being a bitch ain't one