J-ZONE - The Bum-Bitch Ballad lyrics

Yo, What up Zone man?

Yo, what's craculatin' man?

Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man.

That bitch magna t-shirt buggin out on stage

Yeah, yeah

All that shit 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 ass 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 bitch, then you wouldn't get mad

You'se a fake Mya Angelou, stunt, get a job bitch

The Metro, The Scholar, to The Poet's Cafe

You got mad, you'se a biatch, and you know it that way Bitch!! [echoes]

To the fake-ass activist headwrap chicks on the low kidnappin' dicks

Bitch 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. . bitch

If you knew your baby's father, maybe you wouldn't be a. . bitch (Asshole!)

Who the fuck 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

bitch [x8]

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 bitches too, man

I'm gonna talk the fellas real quick

Hey, you're talking about my sister!

I'ma start about these punk ass cats

b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bitch

Females are quick to get mad, but it's hard to remember

You can still be a bitch, regardless of gender

Come at me like a muslim? Nigga, I saw you in Florida with a hot dog

Bitch, stop lyin'!

You a bitch cuz you told me "Stay underground forever"

Fuck 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 motherfucker

You need to learn to respect a righteous sister

I went to a show, and all I heard was bitch this, bitch that

Me and my fellow sisters, we don't play that shit, nigga

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 fuck you [scratching 'bitch']

Hey, what about me? You're nothing but a

bitch! bitch! killed the bitch yo, bitch

Don't be callin' me no bitch [scratching 'bitch']

who you talkin' bout? you, bitch

Punk Bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch Fuck you bitch! And kept goin'

Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister!

Fifty-cent juice drinkin' bitch!

Biatch!