J-Zone - Too Many Babie$ (feat. Go-Rilla Pimp$) Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[J-Zone]Aiyo Stallion man, you don't want to go to see this braud the other dayYou know she told me she was a family womanSo I'm thinkin' she got like one or two kids, you know what I'm saying?(Family woman?)Yea, and then I went to the crib, that braud had 5 mother*****ing kidsI said, "That ain't no family, that's a special aid class"(Yo *****, get some birthcontrol *****)Gimme some of that Old Maid R&B shitJ-Zone aka. Captain Backslap the Tom Jones of rap, the 2003 Bobby BrownMy nigger Dick Stallion aka. Black SinatraTalk about you hoes what tell other kids?(We playing Vegas February 6th to February 12th) That's rightFunkmaster Flex, drop the bomb on this![J-Zone]Now ho, you got five kids and you wanna get paid (wanna get paiid)But I just want some head so close your legs (keep it closed, keep it closed)You can take your ass to that welfare line (go over there, right there)Or get your ass a job, because it's about that time (***** get a joob)There's toys all over the floor when I'm at your house (on that Tickle Me Elmo shit)You can't control your kids, so you run your mouth (I can't control my kids!)You got more kids than clothes, ***** you wrong (that's just dead wrong)And your ass up in the club screaming, that's my song (That's my song!)Stupid ass![Chorus]Cause you got too many babiesStay away from me (get away)And you must be crazy if you think I'm gonna feeI'm not the daddy, that's for realGo buy your kids a happy meal (go get them a happy meal)Cause I ain't *****in' with ya no mo' (ahah, hooo)"Would you please stop singing that song?"***** I'm the Tom Jones of this rap shitDick Stallion, where you at nigga? Come on Stallion[Stallion]Met this ***** at the mall (woow, at the mall)Got her number and gave her a call(she had a phone? That's a educated young rat)A week later I'm at the cribCome to find out, the ***** had kids (damn, she got about ten of 'em, shit!)Grabbed my shit and tried to break out(oh, no I know you wouldn't run like that, you gotta hit it)But first I stuck my dick in her mouth (oh that's my dog right there!)Niggaz, if you trying to stay rich (*****, I'm rich)Don't ***** a ***** that has no kids (that's right, I'm going to the bank)[Chorus]Cause you got too many babiesStay away from me (stay away)And you must be crazy if you think I'll pay the feeI'm ain't the daddy, that's for realGo buy your kids a happy meal (go get them a happy meal)Cause I ain't *****in' with ya no mo' (ahah, nooo)"Would you please stop singing that song?""It's a classic!""But it's irritating""***** off!"Cause I never want no kidsAnd that's why I stay real*J-Zone singing stay away, while lady talks*I know you two bootleg threedollar pimps ain't talking about meI take care of my kids, all five of 'emI don't know that you talking aboutIt's aight though, my real man just got out of the pen last yearHe's gonna blow shit up in this rap shitHe gonna take me and prisonerUntil then, I'll go see him got my back******, shut the ***** up!"
