You can have all of it and I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn they fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night, I'll be on
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
when the high powers wanna ban our noise, we get back to the block with some rocks and a radio rappin' on the corner like the bandaid boys. -Krayzie
you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me He's gotta mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat
with some raw bread [Chorus] Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine (Money is on your
lady d, the hollywood boys def jam blasta, dj aggravated, walter d you know what i'm sayin all them boys that be playin our music on the radio
' boyz In the club tonight, we don't give a fuck If we gotta run the fuckin' fight Especially with them mother fuckin' boys over there You know them mother fuckin' boys
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me Got 'em Mike He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat
a lil Benz and ya top come off, but its all small stuff to me i get my paper in Vegas, i get my paper in AZ niggaz on the radio, the DJ play me its SWIZZY
You can have all of it And I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn They fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night I'll be on
If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me Got Mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
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
