VERSE 1: TheJonesMob
Talking about popping a pussy 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, bass 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 shit out of our vehicles, and the wheels go
Round and round til they feels slow, baked as fuck 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 pussy 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
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These six kids just sitting on your ass ho
Keep the crunk to the bass until your ass go
Up and down and up and down and up and down an back woah
It's Jones mob til we go pop
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VERSE 2: TheJonesMob
Talking about undercooked meat that's why it's called the pink
In other words it's pussy ass beef, not real and all for ink
I mean like it's all for more music and for album the hype
Fuck 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 shit 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
Fuck the new shit let's make it old school like it's Frank the Tank
And bump the fucking bass 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 ass
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 bass make you come to life
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VERSE 3: TheJonesMob
Talking bout stabbing a man, that's why it's called the red
Fuck the pink, that's pussy shit, 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 anals them, say I'm sane but I'm
Straight crazy you gay crazy, I got ladies and my cranium
Is fucked up, cause I'm fucked up, Like Schoolboy Q I'm fucked up
And my nut bust In the bitches 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 cunts
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 bitch, but only after she's killed
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 slut
A Matt Jones alias and you'll be dead before we fuck
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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 bass drop, that ass drop, my mascot is your ass 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 sex 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 ass motherfucking 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 shit be cyanide
That shit 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
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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 fuck you
With sex daily that sex maniac Otis what's he up to
Got nothing to rap bout but big butts and cutting loose
Freak – he's like an asshole like Dani when she's fucking dudes
Anagrams and smoking grams – the only things I win so far
Damn playing scrabble with grandma has never been so hard
Fuck 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 ass 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 bitch, weed for life we the clique you mess with
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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 fuck 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 faggot
16 years old, so am I cocky if I say
I'm experienced for my age while I rock these kids away
Caucasian with a cockney background talking to a babe
That's Matt Jones in a nutshell, but also puffing haze
Weed over women and never wear jewelry
That's my fucking motto and I swear I keep it true to me
Fuck lying, I rap so I can make money have good sex
And get famous so my whole life I don't hafta work to get good rep
