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J-Zone - Zone for President lyrics
(Let's go) [ J-Zone ] Here comes the Zone up the ave rollin in his pimp Caddy (Look at him) Backpackers wave while I bump that Trick Daddy Prank-callin Funkmaster Flex to get a playback Fuck CD's, next year I'm doin 8-tracks Video on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen Even Hype Williams can't pimp me off the scene Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old Maid The only label with the phone and fax on the same line I ain't no CEO, just a gift for rap My cheapskate behavior keeps me rich from rap Cause when I'm trickin at the bar I came in with a furnace Called you long distance, I was bonin cell service Chicks hella nervous when I take em to eat Cause I'm out the door when they bring the receipt You date me, you wish dishes for a week (I ain't bullshittin) Even when I beat-make the Zone's bein cheapskate Hittin up the dollar bill, it's all about the Washingtons You're runnin up to freestyle? My phone bill is overdue So I got a fee style while you smoke a bone or two She don't like me, I'm here to stay like stretch marks Horny, blow me in the key of f sharp She's mad at the Zone because he's on that shit But she's (totally, completely on his dick) Hell yeah, baby Zone Mission Part V I return You know how we do We don't do no hooks Yo, what I think of that kid's record? Yo, I thought that shit was (bullshit) You know what I'm sayin? I'm bein straight up honest, I ain't lyin I ain't got no time to play with y'all But I gotta get somethin off my chest right now (I want you to pay very carefull attention to what I'm gonna say) [ J-Zone ] Internet rappers - blow me Askin for a beat tape, cough it up, you don't know me You went platinum in a chatroom, write, click and send I hope your harddrive crashes if this shit don't offend (But I been rappin since '81) Nobody cares Talkin 'bout belt buckles nobody wears Try to save hip-hop, what are you insane? I just play my part cause ain't a damn thing changed Still my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats beat it Zone's still zonin while these fools get weeded Still cradle-robbin, still lookin for your daughter Step to chicks and lose quarters cause my game is out of order I be like (Yo baby, yo baby) - still 10 years behind So I still do the Running Man to keep up with the times Still playin Duck Hunt, ( ? ) with the temptation To spray my ex with water gats filled up with bleach (ho) Still can't poplock, still can't graffiti write Like five-o still ain't shit ( ? ) I still hate choruses, I sleep through hooks Still scopin Lucy Liu workin off the books Still doin shows but wind up gettin kicked out Feminists are mad cause I called this dumb bitch out Still hate rubbers cause I bone and feel nothin 2000 something suckers still frontin (frontin) (frontin) (Keep on talking Cause you're the only man around here who's saying anything) (...I'd rather not vote at all than vote for this crook) (Hey you know I am voting for that jive-ass nigga) (You damn right) (damn right) (damn right) Yeah I got a little message for all them cats out there makin 90000 dollars a year still wanna download my shit off the net instead of buyin the CD you cheap bastards (Fuck y'all) Yeah To all the people that come to my shows who wanna turn the sound off cause they got mad about a little joke (Fuck y'all) And everybody else out there that's a waste of sperm your father shoulda pulled out early (Fuck y'all) (I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a bitch) |
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