The Bum-B*tch Ballad-J-Zone/Huggy

The Bum-B**ch Ballad - J-Zone 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 stage Yeah, yeah All that sh*t man, people got heated Yo, 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 offended I mean, you must be talking to you if you're gettin' mad Look like the girls right around from the Pony Cafe Yo, break it on down man. Break it on down [J-Zone] Everytime I do a show I catch beef with these weak a** groups And headwrap chicks drinkin' wheat grass juice Offended by my t-shirts, and how I behave Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids But if you know you ain't a *****, then you wouldn't get mad You'se a fake Mya Angelou, stunt, get a job ******* The Metro, The Scholar, to The Poet's Cafe You got mad, you'se a biatch, and you know it that way ******!!* (echoes) To the fake-a** activist headwrap chicks on the low kidnappin' dicks ***** stop starin' like I walked out of Bellvue If you lookin' for enlightened men I can't help you You 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 tea And some of these chicks used to dance on the table Now they hatin' on me, actin' educational You can get mad, turn blue in the face But when I pee I hit your grill so I don't ruin the drapes ****** (8 X)* Oh, I see how it's going down You 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, man I'm gonna talk the fellas real quick *Hey, you're talking about my sister!* I'ma start about these punk a** cats *b-b-b-b-b-b-b-****** Females are quick to get mad, but it's hard to remember You can still be a *****, regardless of gender Come at me like a muslim? Ni**a, 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 mirror Catch any DJ puttin' 6 joints of mine on a mix tape, we fightin' this year Online, 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*****er You need to learn to respect a righteous sister I went to a show, and all I heard was ***** this, ***** that Me and my fellow sisters, we don't play that sh*t, ni**a You grabbing yourself on stage? That's not conscious, it's bullshit Where 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!