Too Many Babies lyrics

Artist  : J-zone 
Song : Too Many Babies



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[J-Zone]



Aiyo Stallion man, you don't want to go to see
this braud the other day



You know she told me she was a family woman



So I'm thinkin' she got like one or two kids, you
know what I'm saying?



(Family woman?)



Yea, and then I went to the crib, that braud had
5 motherfucking kids



I said, "That ain't no family, that's a
special aid class"



(Yo bitch, get some birthcontrol bitch)



Gimme some of that Old Maid R&B shit







J-Zone aka. Captain Backslap the Tom Jones of
rap, the 2003 Bobby Brown



My nigger Dick Stallion aka. Black Sinatra



Talk about you hoes what tell other kids?



(We playing Vegas February 6th to February 12th)
That's right



Funkmaster Flex, drop the bomb on this!







[J-Zone]



Now ho, you got five kids and you wanna get paid
(wanna get paiid)



But I just want some head so close your legs
(keep it closed, keep it closed)



You can take your ass to that welfare line (go
over there, right there)



Or get your ass a job, because it's about that
time (bitch get a joob)



There's toys all over the floor when I'm at your
house (on that Tickle Me Elmo shit)



You can't control your kids, so you run your
mouth (I can't control my kids!)



You got more kids than clothes, bitch you wrong
(that's just dead wrong)



And your ass up in the club screaming, that's my
song (That's my song!)



Stupid ass!







[Chorus]



Cause you got too many babies



Stay away from me (get away)



And you must be crazy if you think I'm gonna
fee



I'm not the daddy, that's for real



Go buy your kids a happy meal (go get them a
happy meal)



Cause I ain't fuckin' with ya no mo' (ahah,
hooo)







"Would you please stop singing that
song?"



Bitch I'm the Tom Jones of this rap shit



Dick Stallion, where you at nigga? Come on
Stallion







[Stallion]



Met this bitch at the mall (woow, at the mall)



Got her number and gave her a call



(she had a phone? That's a educated young rat)



A week later I'm at the crib



Come to find out, the bitch had kids (damn, she
got about ten of 'em, shit!)



Grabbed my shit and tried to break out



(oh, no I know you wouldn't run like that, you
gotta hit it)



But first I stuck my dick in her mouth (oh that's
my dog right there!)



Niggaz, if you trying to stay rich (bitch, I'm
rich)



Don't fuck a bitch that has no kids (that's
right, I'm going to the bank)







[Chorus]



Cause you got too many babies



Stay away from me (stay away)



And you must be crazy if you think I'll pay the
fee



I'm ain't the daddy, that's for real



Go buy your kids a happy meal (go get them a
happy meal)



Cause I ain't fuckin' with ya no mo' (ahah,
nooo)







"Would you please stop singing that
song?"



"It's a classic!"



"But it's irritating"



"Fuck off!"







Cause I never want no kids



And that's why I stay real







*J-Zone singing stay away, while lady talks*



I know you two bootleg threedollar pimps ain't
talking about me



I take care of my kids, all five of 'em



I don't know that you talking about



It's aight though, my real man just got out of
the pen last year



He's gonna blow shit up in this rap shit



He gonna take me and prisoner



Until then, I'll go see him got my back



*Bitch, shut the fuck up!"