paroles de chanson My Zone! - Biz Markie , Redman
Yo,
its
on
Niggaz,
niggaz
Crackers,
crackers
Niggaz,
niggaz
Yo
Jo,
Jo
This
is
a
test
of
the
emergency
smokecast
system
This,
this
is
a
test
This,
this,
this
is
a
test
of
the
emergency
smokecast
system
Yo,
yo,
yo
Funk
doc
is
on
a
world
tear
jumpin′
thirteen
thousand
feet
Out
of
plane
in
the
air
like
where!
The
next
ghetto
I'm
gonna
run
I′m
gonna
shut
them
ear
drums
until
you
talk
a
sign
language,
there
go,
son
Walls
start
to
bleedin'
when
my
jaws
is
leakin'
Doc,
do
two
hundred
first
week,
your
label
call
a
meeting
Yea,
I′m
gonna
let
the
gorrilas
up
in
your
building
Kick
your
door,
shoot
up
the
ceiling,
snatch
the
coke,
kidnap
the
children
Don′t
start
lying
about
your
tire
being
flat
or
catching
a
allergy
attack
When
I
axe
the
battle,
when
the
bat
Saddling
them
ho's
like
yeehaw
Bitch,
enjoy
the
tour
when
you′re
fuckin'
the
doc,
five
o′clock
free
ride
Ambulance
too
late
for
them,
these
paper
thin
niggaz
Robbin'
at
the
ATM
with
a
staple
gun
I′m
a
rookie
scuba
diver,
holler
You
rap
scholars
do
the
knowledge
You
won't
make
it
through
to
college
Be
the
R
I
C
K
Never
wore
those,
my
lyrics
to
the
mic
Is
like
my
hormones
to
pornos
Bitches
keep
the
door
closed
Mothafuckers
be
tryin'
to
step
in
my
zone
I
grab
my
chrome,
an′
I′m
like,
yo
it's
on
Mothafuckers
be
tryin′
to
step
in
my
zone
I
grab
my
chrome,
an'
I′m
like,
yo
it's
on
Mothafuckers
be
tryin′
to
step
in
my
zone
I
grab
my
chrome,
an'
I'm
like,
yo
it′s
on
Mothafuckers
be
tryin′
to
step
in
my
zone
I
grab
my
chrome,
an'
I′m
like,
yo
it's
on
Aiyo,
who
fuckin′
with
us
We
bustin'
your
gut
with
lyrics
You
either
feel
it
or
fear
it
And
smash
the
hardest
artist
regardless
in
steez
I′m
heartless
with
these,
you
ready,
cock
it
and
squeeze
With
precise
precision
you
better
listen
Guaranteed
to
blow
your
vision
if
we
engage
in
collision
Talk
slick
and
be
laid
out
in
chalk
I
still
stay
out
in
Nork
and
blaze
my
way
to
court
So
nigga
fuck
what
you
thought
Yo,
I'm
straight
Yo,
I'm
straight
This
is
DJ,
say
what
Let
the
monkeys
out
or
we
ain′t
spankin′
it
Or
W,
fuck
all
your
radio
You
want
the
fuck,
ass
cold
for
temperatures
To
be
in
a
low
thirties
tonight
So
break
out
the
switch
in
this,
in
the
heni
And
listen
for
the
summer
to
win
tickets
to
the
Def
Jam's
beat
the
nigga
asshole
The
number
to
call
in
is
1-800-haul
ass
That′s
1-800-HAUL
ASS
Now,
check
out
another
cuck
1 Down South Funk
2 I Don't Kare
3 Welcome 2 Da Bricks
4 G.P.N. (Skit)
5 Da Da Dahhh
6 My Zone!
7 Da Goodness
8 I Got A Seecret
9 Pain In da Ass Stewardess (Skit)
10 Jersey Yo!
11 Get It Live
12 I'll Bee Dat
13 Let Da Monkey Out
14 We Got da Satellite Van (skit)
15 D.O.G.S.
16 Million Chicken March (2 Hot 4 TV) [Skit]
17 Cloze Ya Doors
18 Who Took da Satellite Van (skit)
19 Beet Drop
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