Jay Z – Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer scritto da admin 19 Gennaio 2016 If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket’s closed Rap critics that say he’s “Money, Cash, Hoes” I’m from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those? If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You’d celebrate the minute you was havin dough I’m like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you don’t like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don’t play they show they don’t play my hits – well I don’t give a shit, SO! Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give ‘em more cash for ads, fuckers! I don’t know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I’m from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain’t dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one – hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one – hit me! The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law Got two choices y’all, pull over the car or (hmm) bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor And I ain’t tryin to see no highway chase with Jay 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?” Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low Or do I look like a mindreader sir? I don’t know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo’? “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? I know a lot of you are” I ain’t steppin out of shit, all my paper’s 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 “Aren’t you sharp as a tack! You some type of lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin” Child 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 canine comes” I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one – hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one – hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one – hit me! Now once upon a time, not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an’ 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 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 but and a bitch ain’t one – hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one – hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one – hit me! .. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain’t one, ha ha! You crazy for this one Rick! It’s your boy!