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 DaddyPrank-callin Funkmaster Flex to get a playback***** CD's, next year I'm doin 8-tracksVideo on Betamax with SMPTE on the screenEven Hype Williams can't pimp me off the sceneRap is a slave trade, so I got the Old MaidThe only label with the phone and fax on the same lineI ain't no CEO, just a gift for rapMy cheapskate behavior keeps me rich from rapCause when I'm trickin at the bar I came in with a furnaceCalled you long distance, I was bonin cell serviceChicks hella nervous when I take em to eatCause I'm out the door when they bring the receiptYou date me, you wish dishes for a week(I ain't bullshittin)Even when I beat-make the Zone's bein cheapskateHittin up the dollar bill, it's all about the WashingtonsYou're runnin up to freestyle? My phone bill is overdueSo I got a fee style while you smoke a bone or twoShe don't like me, I'm here to stay like stretch marksHorny, blow me in the key of f sharpShe's mad at the Zone because he's on that shitBut she's (totally, completely on his dick)Hell yeah, babyZone Mission Part VI returnYou know how we doWe don't do no hooksYo, 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 lyinI ain't got no time to play with y'allBut 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 meAskin for a beat tape, cough it up, you don't know meYou went platinum in a chatroom, write, click and sendI hope your harddrive crashes if this shit don't offend(But I been rappin since '81) Nobody caresTalkin 'bout belt buckles nobody wearsTry to save hip-hop, what are you insane?I just play my part cause ain't a damn thing changedStill my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats beat itZone's still zonin while these fools get weededStill cradle-robbin, still lookin for your daughterStep to chicks and lose quarters cause my game is out of orderI be like (Yo baby, yo baby) - still 10 years behindSo I still do the Running Man to keep up with the timesStill playin Duck Hunt, ( ? ) with the temptationTo spray my ex with water gats filled up with bleach (ho)Still can't poplock, still can't graffiti writeLike five-o still ain't shit ( ? )I still hate choruses, I sleep through hooksStill scopin Lucy Liu workin off the booksStill doin shows but wind up gettin kicked outFeminists are mad cause I called this dumb ***** outStill hate rubbers cause I bone and feel nothin2000 something suckers still frontin (frontin) (frontin)(Keep on talkingCause 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)YeahI got a little message for all them cats out there makin 90000 dollars a yearstill wanna download my shit off the net instead of buyin the CDyou cheap bastards(***** y'all)YeahTo all the people that come to my shows who wanna turn the sound offcause they got mad about a little joke(***** y'all)And everybody else out there that's a waste of spermyour father shoulda pulled out early(***** y'all)(I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a *****)
