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Zone For President Lyrics - Singles - J-zone

Let's go 

 

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 

 

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'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 Washington's 

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 

 

Photos 

 

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 careful attention 

To what I'm gonna say 

 

Internet rappers blow me, askin' for a beat tape 

Cough it up, you don't know me 

You went platinum in a chat room 

Write, click and send 

I hope your hard drive 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 runnin' man to keep up with the times 

Still playin' Duck Hunt, [unverified] with the temptation 

To spray my ex with water gats filled up with bleach, ho 

 

Still can't pop-lock, still can't graffiti write 

Like five-O still ain't shit [unverified] 

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 somethin' suckers still frontin', frontin', frontin' 

 

Keep on talkin' 

'Cause you're the only man around here who's sayin' anythin' 

I'd rather not vote at all than vote for this crook 

Hey, you know I am votin' 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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