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j-zone - $poiled rotten lyrics

(scratched)
“l!ck my sweaty b-lls.”

[verse 1: j-zone]
you better lock up the bacardi at your party when the zone roll through
in a fur coat that look like i k!lled the whole bronx zoo
aspca is outside my house, picketin’
cause everything in my coat been previously livin’
hoes ask why i cut my braids off (trippin’)
so i could look prep and pull kate moss b-tches
but i don’t make babies (no)…i make beats
and got more juice than a hair salon in compton in the late 80’s

[verse 2: celph t-tled]
back on the m-th-f-ckin’ set, zone p-ss me the glock
so i can blast and leave a hole the size of flava flav’s clock
but either n-ggas hate or they jock, you pay ’till you’re broke
we from the hood, where we beat our kids with cables and ropes
load them hammers in the car before i bust back
crash a bike in your face, and leave you with a handlebar mustache
celph t-tled fell off? what made you think that?
i came here to downsize the game: no cd’s, just “shrink wrap”

[verse 3: j-zone]
i used to bang groupies like your sister, but i quit it for sure
“these girls are strictly for the money” “and your sister’s a wh0r-!”
nowadays i diss hoes, wantin’ zone to get olympic
and strip clothes and broad jump with ten inches of limp d-ck
but what about zone and your mama?
he threw his b-lls between her legs like he was playin’ for the globetrotters
thinkin’ you rock? y’all gets nothin’
cause i talk trash, you collect it like charles s. dutton, m-th-f-cka!

[hook: celph t-tled & j-zone]
rude! crude! spoiled! rotten!
j-zone and celph t-tled ain’t nothin’ but problems
throw eggs at your favorite mc
locate your face and then pee
so if you don’t like us, you can hum these nuts
we put foes in they place and then leave

(scratched)
“rude…arrogant…entirely offensive”
“look out america, here we come!”

[verse 4: celph t-tled]
i don’t care what biggie said, i still dream of f-ckin’ xscape
that big girl could find out, just how my third leg tastes
i like my pockets fat, and my b-tches fatter
up until i was ten, i thought my name was just “little b-st-rd” (you little b-st-rd!)
n-ggas rap to pay they bills, but never got cash
catch you at the bar, i’m puttin’ bullets through your shot gl-ss
knock your m-th-f-ckin’ pro tools off sequence
y’all n-ggas is like dr. dre in ’83: all sequins

[verse 5: j-zone]
(hey j, when’s your video gonna be on tv?)
when the surveillance tape from kfc gets sent to bet
(j, i need my nails done) what? “dumb broad”
you’d have better luck at the white house, lookin’ for a job
with a jheri curl and shower cap on
doin’ a kid and play kick step with a crackhead on the front lawn
in a “all hail saddam” t-shirt, holdin’ two glocks
and c-bo’s greatest hits pumpin’ from your boombox

“let’s go…bump it, i know you hear me comin'”

[verse 6: celph t-tled]
it’s time to oil up my jaw bone, and get ready for sl!ck talk
o.g. swagger, that’s the way this here spic walk
about to unleash a sleek metal hatchet (why?)
cause y’all sound faker than alicia keys’ ghetto accent (oh)
get snapped in fragments and fed to lab rabbits
all i got is my b-lls, guns, and bad habits
keep you paranoid, become a crabby sleeper
cause i got you sniffin’ more “‘caine” than big daddy’s retriever

- j zone lyrics

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