J-Zone - The Bum ***** Ballad Lyrics
Yo, What up Zone man?Yo, what's craculatin' man?Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man.That ***** magna t-shirt buggin out on stageYeah, yeahAll that shit man, people got heatedYo, let me tell these girls something man.Yo, if you know you got it going on we cool.I ain't talking bad about you, but to the girls that's getting offendedI mean, you must be talking to you if you're gettin' madLook like the girls right around from the Pony CafeYo, break it on down man. Break it on down[J-Zone]Everytime I do a show I catch beef with these weak ass groupsAnd headwrap chicks drinkin' wheat grass juiceOffended by my t-shirts, and how I behaveJust because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braidsBut if you know you ain't a *****, then you wouldn't get madYou'se a fake Mya Angelou, stunt, get a job *******The Metro, The Scholar, to The Poet's CafeYou got mad, you'se a biatch, and you know it that way ******!!* (echoes)To the fake-ass activist headwrap chicks on the low kidnappin' dicks***** stop starin' like I walked out of BellvueIf you lookin' for enlightened men I can't help youYou got your degree? You can still be a. . *******If you knew your baby's father, maybe you wouldn't be a. . ******* (*****!)Who the ***** you mean, me?Stunt, you must be out of your mind, must be something in the green teaAnd some of these chicks used to dance on the tableNow they hatin' on me, actin' educationalYou can get mad, turn blue in the faceBut when I pee I hit your grill so I don't ruin the drapes****** (8 X)*Oh, I see how it's going downYou know what I'm saying?Yo, if it don't apply to you, you ain't gonna get mad.But yo, it ain't only a gender thing,some of these dudes is *****es too, manI'm gonna talk the fellas real quick*Hey, you're talking about my sister!*I'ma start about these punk ass cats*b-b-b-b-b-b-b-******Females are quick to get mad, but it's hard to rememberYou can still be a *****, regardless of genderCome at me like a muslim? Nigga, I saw you in Florida with a hot dog******, stop lyin'!*You a ***** cuz you told me "Stay underground forever"***** you, I want a Caddy with some dice in the mirrorCatch any DJ puttin' 6 joints of mine on a mix tape, we fightin' this yearOnline, or onstage, you took time to diss me?Thanks for the promotion *I was delighted*Male or female, if the shoe fits you:Blow me in the key of F Sharp, Biatch![Female's voice]Listen, you no-job having, scrub mother*****erYou need to learn to respect a righteous sisterI went to a show, and all I heard was ***** this, ***** thatMe and my fellow sisters, we don't play that shit, niggaYou grabbing yourself on stage? That's not conscious, it's bullshitWhere is the uplifting message?You don't deserve a goddess like me anyway, so ***** you *scratching '*****'**Hey, what about me?* *You're nothing but a*******!*******!**killed the *******yo, ******Don't be callin' me no ***** *scratching '*****'**who you talkin' bout?**you, *******Punk ************, *****, ************ you *****! And kept goin'**Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister!**Fifty-cent juice drinkin' *****!* Biatch!
