Hi J-Zone, my name is Lisa Mitchell from Fuck-Off And I'd like to do this interview you Oh You released two for critical acclaim and acquired a fanbase But a lot of people never heard of you
us who J-Zone is Where you're Ah Your Yo
The people need Who are
How did I start? Dumb am I from? None of your business You're bluffin', what the is this? But as for my goal, I a Caddy, feel me? And three dime chicks me daddy dearly
(Describe yourself) call me a cheapskate I mean I took her on a date, she thinkin, me eat steak I up the check if they don't ask too much But if that menu French we goin' Dutch
Some would define me as a asshole 'Cause the only do' I show will get 'em boardwalks, so go (What beats?) I don't make synthesizer beats, me Only I own is my imitation Roley
Rap for free, the fuck? (Now what we have is a failure to communicate) You ain't promos if you ain't a DJ Hit Jumpers for beats and get my clothes off of
Native New Yorker, hate the and the Giants both [Incomprehensible] for President's the way I try and vote (Do you freestyle?) Yup, but you can't hear it you pay me
Up the dough, you go, that's the spirit Me do your beats for free you the best? have the hottest acapellas on the planet (I see, so you don't do for free?) I gotta get my platinum somehow, right?
Speaking of money, can you survive off Do you a day job? Are you really a Old Billionaire? Or is it all an
What your love life? Is a Ms. J-Zone? What's up Lucy Liu? The people need to
Do I a day job? Yes, to rest and dress Buy gasoline and lean, marinate and great and count sheep, yo, it's a tough nine to four to have I left the last hour for them kids that my autograph
(What'd you do if you weren't music?) I'd for the Jets, fuck it, athletes rap Shaquille O'Neal can plug a mic and a rap off? I go hut, hike and run a half back toss
(What your crew?) Shid, Bear, Jz Dick Stallion and my homie Contakt, it is Girls think I'm stingy, nah, I ain't that What we ain't Bitch, gimme my CD back
'Cause of this behavior now they like me Zone, I don't trick, that's why I'm bagged up But as for gettin' married, only if it's Liu Hey Lucy, if listenin', baby, I propose
But if she has a look-alike and I'm gettin' right I don't know, it, maybe, I suppose But back to Lucy Liu, changed my life And I ain't quittin' till that hottie been my wife But bein' that Lucy ain't you my flavor This is done hon, what you doin' later?
Yo come here, here Yo stop, it Yo, get off me, on, stop here baby, damn, you got a banger on you Stop, yo, quit with me You got a on you Come J-Zone, Lift your up it