TheJonesMob - The Pink lyrics

VERSE 1: TheJonesMob Talking about popping a p**y that's why it's called the pink And sampled off the panther, get it now? What did you think Now guess who made this hard beat, ba** so hard your heart beat On it's own accord, and you won't get bored, this bumping right before part B That's part A, like Sharpay, like high school's a dark place So we sacrifice our smart grades for good weed and car space Then hotbox the sh** out of our vehicles, and the wheels go Round and round til they feels slow, baked as f** we steel roll And they asking me if I deal? No. just buy it - that's how the deal goes Matt with a fat sac and a mad rap and we all know that's a real flow Sexy sax that's ELO, and (violence/violins) that's that DOA Alcohol that's DUI, but Otis never see no way Frequent C on our frequency and it seems to be that we okay A metaphor for each mobster, but I never mentioned me though eh? That's Saul Good, It's all good, suburb rap, it's all hood Where girlies cake the make up on they face until it's called good And they stuff bra, so their right D, look as big as their left C In school with dogs who think they get p**y that's my pet peeve SMH they envy me cause these chicks can SMD 2 so far, got no competition yet the best of 3 CHORUS These six kids just sitting on your a** ho Keep the crunk to the ba** until your a** go Up and down and up and down and up and down an back woah It's Jones mob til we go pop [X2] VERSE 2: TheJonesMob Talking about undercooked meat that's why it's called the pink In other words it's p**y a** beef, not real and all for ink I mean like it's all for more music and for album the hype f** the explanation, rap genius it it's Alvin Blight Otis rapping bogus if you notice don't approach it With a question this the focus you can't even ask who wrote this Like oh sh** is you Saul or is you Frequent, you all sound the same Well how else would six sick rappers have all found the fame Otis I'mma change the game, and I'm repping that Taylor Gang That ASAP and Odd Future, say the name - I get famous dang f** the new sh** let's make it old school like it's Frank the Tank And bump the f**ing ba** line till you think we're blasting Bangarang Going ape - orangutang, punchlines that'll bang ya dang Flat on the floor asking for more until you say my name Otis, Otis, oh this is when you feel hopeless? All right, get up, but look I'm feeling motorbotish So let me shove my face between your tits and your fine a** So when kid's stare at your cleavage they one step behind Matt I'm a genius, I've told you like maybe once or twice A Matt Jones alias, this ba** make you come to life CHORUS VERSE 3: TheJonesMob Talking bout stabbing a man, that's why it's called the red f** the pink, that's p**y sh**, I got women they all in bed I got women they all are dead, I got method's they all are led Pencil's and bullets and I got women they call me ted Bundy, I am the alias who an*ls them, say I'm sane but I'm Straight crazy you gay crazy, I got ladies and my cranium Is f**ed up, cause I'm f**ed up, Like Schoolboy Q I'm f**ed up And my nut bust In the b**hes face, cause I cum up like a come up And I've done what you've done up in the last 6 years in one month That's thirty bodies, they dirty bodies, don't worry they just dumb c*nts With bum bums that look nice, see I come up like Suge Knight Arrested for the murder but no sentence, damn I'm good right Yet every sentence I spit, is meant to send you to piss Like you've been drinking too much, or like an R. Kelly diss I like to piss on a b**h, but only after she's k**ed Drinking porter it's my motor dog I have to be thrilled And I actually will murder to please my addictions And my dick's been at large since President Nixon I'm a murderer I've told you, many times you horny s*ut A Matt Jones alias and you'll be dead before we f** CHORUS VERSE 4: TheJonesMob Talking bout popping a pill that's why it's called the pink Born to naturally reek of weed, see it's all instincts (in stinks) Kids I know, younger than me popping the rhino And older folks I don't know, sipping on that wine rose Rozay – woops the accent, not an accident - just my flow Kids pop pink then OD, Jones Mob til they die yo That ba** drop, that a** drop, my mascot is your a** ho I'll wear it at the sports events, so everyone can clap fo'it Then clap fo'it in private time, peace it then go buy a dime Come back and teach you how to smoke and how to ride the mind Not ride the dick, pleasure's fine, but look kids let's dive inside Weed is better than s** in my opinion, yet and I am I And you are you, and I'm alive, live for weed and that diamond vibe I mean like hard a** motherf**ing beats that make you try to rhyme But you can't when eye and eye with Dracula - you'll cry inside You pop a pill you sweet tooth, I hope that sh** be cyanide That sh** make you die inside, ask Raoul he'd like to try That Skyfall on those punchlines, Dracula's that kind of guy Die, die, die, kids OD til they go broke and they don't talk Jones Mob we won't stop for no one til we go pop CHORUS VERSE 5: TheJonesMob Talking about the ink in the pen, that's why it's called the pink A dyslexic getting regular women - yet no need to drink Well yuck fu I know Kung fu, this dyslexic come to f** you With s** daily that s** maniac Otis what's he up to Got nothing to rap bout but big bu*ts and cutting loose Freak – he's like an a**hole like Dani when she's f**ing dudes Anagrams and smoking grams – the only things I win so far Damn playing scrabble with grandma has never been so hard f** counting the score grams I'm a senior when my grammar pops My raps leave half standing like a nammer squat From Vancity where damn bitties get damn rowdy and grab your crotch Til they send you a nude pic and you're like whoa Amanda Todd Sitting on me like Santa Claus I'm like Amber Ross Taking in that Wiz Khalifa, just the weed, my a** ain't raw Old English I shan't be soft, so I stay harder than Doctor Doom Heard Tyga rapping rack rack and then I stopped the coon So hide your kids, hide your wife, hide your husbands, hide your life Cause that's what Andre came for, but we ain't use no auto-tune I'm the alias who's dyslexic, and I had six bowls for breakfast One was cereal, guess the rest b**h, weed for life we the clique you mess with CHORUS VERSE 6: TheJonesMob Hi kids I'm Matt, you like the mob? Well I am Jones I'm Andre, Otis, Freak, Drac, Saul and you're like damn bro They my split personalities I got six and I can't joke Yet I know punchlines are more intriguing so let Matt go It's a bummer how I can't f** Summer Glau since I'm underground But if I wanna double my bucks I can just dumb it down Spring on 'em in the summer but I win her for all seasons Fist through the paper – that's punchlines that break ceilings People say comparing rappers in the game so demeaning Then I say Rick Ross is MC Ride overeating Yeah I rep that RR, that Rolls Royce and Ronald Reagan So I rep that dead prez and that Rick Ross yet not a f*ggot 16 years old, so am I co*ky if I say I'm experienced for my age while I rock these kids away Caucasian with a co*kney background talking to a babe That's Matt Jones in a nutshell, but also puffing haze Weed over women and never wear j**elry That's my f**ing motto and I swear I keep it true to me f** lying, I rap so I can make money have good s** And get famous so my whole life I don't hafta work to get good rep