Karaoké Points of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer Linkin Park & Jay-Z

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Got 'em, Mike

He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol

Foes who wanna make sure his casket's closed

Rap critics who say he's money, cash, hoes

He's from the hood, stupid what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapatos

You'd be celebratin' the minute you was havin' dough

So fuck critics, you can kiss a whole asshole

You don't like the lyrics you can press fast forward

Beef with radio if we don't play they show

They don't play our hits we don't give a shit, so

All these mags tryin' to use our ass

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

From rags to riches we ain't dumb

We got ninety-nine problems

We got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

Now the year's ninety-four in my trunk is raw

In the rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law

I got two choices, y'all

Pull over the car or bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake

Plus I got a few dollars

I can fight the case

So I pull over to the side of the road

I heard

Son, do you know what I'm stoppin' you for

'Cos I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low

Do I look like a mind reader, sir

I don't know

Am I under arrest or should

I guess some more

Well you was doin' fifty-five in a fifty-four

License and registration and step out of the car

Are you carryin' a weapon on you

Know a lot of you are

I ain't steppin' out of shit all my paper legit

Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit

Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back

And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that, uh

Well aren't you sharp as a tack

Well you some type of lawyer or somethin'

Somebody important or somethin'

Ha ha, I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the canines come

I got ninety-nine problems

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho

This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy

But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me

I try to ignore him talk to the Lord

Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform

You know the type loud as a motorbike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and

He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain

And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again

Back through the system with the riff-raff again

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 'cos I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine

But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun

I got ninety-nine problems bein' a bitch ain't one

Ninety-nine problems

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

If you havin' girl problems

I feel bad for you, son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up

I'm about to break

Everything you say to me

I need a little room to breathe

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Everything you say to me

I need a little room to breathe

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

I got ninety-nine problems

And I'm about to break