Intro [TheJonesMob]
This is Free Quincy coming to you illegally
I'm a product of the Steveston streets, from CRC
[Verse 1] [TheJonesMob]
I was walking down the street one day, 10 AM straight beamed on K
Some kid said "yo, you look like Kim Jung-Il" I said "if that means I'm ill then you are Kim Jung-Gay"
He said "you're all talk so bring it on, eh?" I said how you gonna fight me when that bling is on mate?
And then he tripped on his necklace for being a sexist, a gangsta from Queens I felt like King all day
He was a star trek fan, dog he was Klingon gay, I start a fist fight with Satan, dog I bring on hate
I tell a cancer patient put that wig on straight, I say who's the best rapper all the kids say drake
I laugh and pretend that I agree with them, straight / up though I don't know if I believe in a bass
Line to mask words, when words are just nonsense, and people seem to listen when the beat's being great
I segue from being stupid it's a simple escape, I'll watch Chitty Chitty bang and have a sing along baked
I claim her hips, I claim this shit hole, dog every body knows I'm the king of the waste
Double entendre, let's let the song play, it's all good, come up in the club like Ron J
Don't take it the wrong way, I think that you're a blonde babe, I'll use my fake ID and boot you some palm bays
Or Bombay girl if you're feeling rowdy now, I brought some beers home mom already found me out!
She says I'm not allowed, but I asked the kids at school, they didn't answer, they just handed pot around
I said this is a bad drug ain't it kids? they said I thought you wanted to be famous, shit
If you don't smoke weed you won't succeed Matt, I was like fuck I've been smoking ganja daily since
CHORUS
Yeah x3 [Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre Voice Samples]
[Verse 2] [TheJonesMob]
Life's a thriller, 'specialy when you're a psycho killer, knives and pills inside my mind while I try to thrill her
She says I'm gross though, I got angry and I shot her in the car made the ho give me road domes
Just a joke I am normal I'm not loco, I'll be taking lives til the day I go broke
Jokes I am broke, remember kids don't smoke, smoking kills you physically, killing others don't though
I'll keep rapping 711 street scrapping, everyone angry I'm chilling at the beef laughing
Teenagers think they're hard? you've never seen a dead man in your life, dog, Syrup is what we packing
- Celsius, February 28th, 12 at night, everyone out just yelling shit
They wanna party but a house ain't available, so they drink in the streets, LG's be elegant
One of them's an elephant the other one's a cake face, I bought a pack of cold shots, just downed 8 straight
Hey break, wait up I'm way baked so many fags around it's hard to stay straight
7:15 on a Monday night, lets all go out and get drunk as hell
Damn dude I got a hangover, first world problems I got drugs to sell
I got raps to write, I got games to play, I got food to eat, I got food to eat?
I am super G, you are foolish, B, Andre or Otis dog who is me?
I don't think y'all appreciate all of my lyrics, but yet y'all all balling to hear it
I got food to eat, I got food to eat? I rap well but it's all in appearance
CHORUS
[Verse 3] [TheJonesMob]
32 bars done, 16 to come, Flowers ain't got shit on this track, I am from a fucking planet
Made of fantasy and magic - life is average but imagination happened and I haven't felt a tragic
Thought since, I see plastic, I'm organic, plasic's fake so I am damaged by the fact that this new world has planned it's
Destruction of itself while I stand staring at cities we call beauties but the pretty is in nature this is shitty
I am ranting I am raving I am crazy I am naked I'm insane but I am able to make you listen still
Cuz I am frickin' ill I'm spitting skill It's spick and clean by dick's between her legs and I still a buncha million dollar bills
I am french montana, I'm fucking terrible. I'm chief keef, soulja boy is my errand girl
Im meek mill i can't pronounce my own name , rocking an hip hop accent and a gold chain
I'm drake, and my content is no more, so all I'm gonna talk about is more whores
More money, more whores, more money, more whores, more um, um, what? I am so bored
I am Lil Wayne i got cool wordplay, but i think i'll just follow drizzy's lead til i turn gay
I'm Chris Brown with a big frown, I'm Big Sean, too, check how I swerve mate
It's just us eight chilling drinking in the park, and it's 187 time shit is getting dark
I'm feeling like a cannibal I'm morphing to an animal it's actual I'm rapping but the beat is in my heart
Me and seven friends, it's 1 AM, and/ I think it's coming time for some 187
Just us 8, And I'm cannibal too, get it kids? Because One Ate Seven
