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one ate seven - thejonesmob lyrics

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-g-y”
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 s-xist, a gangsta from queens i felt like king all day

he was a star trek fan, dog he was klingon g-y, 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 b-ss
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 sh-t 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, sh-t
if you don’t smoke weed you won’t succeed matt, i was like f-ck 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 k!ller, 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 k!lls you physically, k!lling others don’t though

i’ll keep rapping 711 street scr-pping, 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 sh-t
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 f-gs around it’s hard to stay straight
7:15 on a monday night, lets all go out and get drunk as h-ll
d-mn 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 sh-t on this track, i am from a f-cking 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 sh-tty

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 sk!ll it’s spick and clean by d-ck’s between her legs and i still a buncha million dollar bills
i am french montana, i’m f-cking terrible. i’m chief keef, soulja boy is my errand girl
im meek mill i can’t pr-nounce 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 wh0r-s
more money, more wh0r-s, more money, more wh0r-s, 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 g-y
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 sh-t 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

- thejonesmob lyrics

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