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- J-Zone f/ Celph Titled - $poiled Rotten Lyrics
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- (scratched)
- "Lick my sweaty balls."
- [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 killed 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 bitches
- 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 Titled]
- Back on the muthafuckin' set, Zone pass me the glock
- So I can blast and leave a hole the size of Flava Flav's clock
- But either niggas 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 Titled 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 simply for the money" "And your sister's a whore!"
- Nowadays I diss hoes, wantin' Zone to get Olympic
- And strip clothes and broad jump with ten inches of limp dick
- But what about Zone and your mama?
- He threw his balls 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, muthafucka!
- [Chorus: Celph Titled & J-Zone]
- Rude! Crude! Spoiled! Rotten!
- J-Zone and Celph Titled 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 Titled]
- I don't care what Biggie said, I still dream of fuckin' Xscape
- That big girl could find out, just how my third leg tastes
- I like my pockets fat, and my bitches fatter
- Up until I was ten, I thought my name was just "Little Bastard" (You little bastard!)
- Niggas rap to pay they bills, but never got cash
- Catch you at the bar, I'm puttin' bullets through your shot glass
- Knock your muthafuckin' Pro Tools off sequence
- Y'all niggas 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 Titled]
- It's time to oil up my jaw bone, and get ready for slick 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 balls, guns, and bad habits
- Keep you paranoid, become a crabby sleeper
- 'Cause I got you sniffin' more "'caine" than Big Daddy's retriever
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