having girl problems i feel bad for you son ...
i have 99 problems but a female dog ain't one
The year is 2005, in my brain is raw (damn law school exams)
In the front of the class is the motherfuckin law prof
Got two choices y'all, do all your readin' or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, and use legalines
And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can ad-lib the case
So I, use legalines and the prof calls on me
"Son tell me about this case"
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 on the spot or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you obviously haven't done the reading and you aren't going to pass;
now next week you will brief all the cases -
are you using legalines? I know a lot of you are"
I ain't using *&^%, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around your backpack a little bit?"
Well my backpack is loaded, so is my lap top
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 (hopefully), 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 *&^%
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the dean comes"
I got 99 problems, but a female dog ain't one - hit me!