VERSE 1 : TheJonesMob
Nasal full of ketamine, only ever seshing greens/
Z bars and G starr more coke than I've ever seen/
Folks say amphetamine's the highest that they've ever been/
I don't do drugs but I still hang, never left the scene
Only ever seshing greens, cooking up a recipe/
They cook and cut and test the cheese, so they can tell the essence see/
Its mixed with marijuana TCH, that's the shit that's left beneath/
AGINA to fuck like vAGINA without the letter V
Lean my hands to where I hope and think her breasts'll be/
In the next ten seconds she's begging to sit next to me/
I’m guessing these sexually infested genes will lessen me/
Cause with condoms I mix latex and antihistamines
My destiny is simply sitting with bitches
And listenen' to sicknen' stories of Richmond parties and ecstasy/
But ecstasy is just sexy to a dyslexic, G/
And E is for the bottom of the bottom – like Ke$ha's feet/
All the LG's just screaming and crying trying to be the centerpiece
Of the energy/ anyway
Defnetly they're ugly, so that's why all their chests'll be/
Pushed up in fake bras, not bars cause none are left so skeet'
CHORUS : TheJonesMob
See here we are chilling at CRC
Got an iPhone and a roll up snorting G's on G's
Ya snort CKs do PCP then OD
Don't do drugs kids, only smoke weed
Fit for the ER, see we are D'd
So fucked can you split that Z bar, please
I'mma K-hole for a bit kids, BRB
Here we are getting fucked up at CRC
VERSE 2 : TheJonesMob
Party at the foreign kids house – not the orphanage/
Exchange student's home-stay parents – they've been warned and shit/
That means this weekend we're probly shredding whores to bits/
Stuff her in the box and fuck her like a contortionist
Drinking every sip til I find out Captain Morgan's pissed/
Til my liver gives in, and til my organs split/
I'm such a fucking pimp – yeah I'll go hit on a Mormon bitch/
Get her on the floor in short shorts while performing tricks
Fuck her til my dick's gone, grow a new one – now I'm bored of it/
Still a minor miner like a foreman’s kid/
I got conscience but I still believe the lord forgives/
Making millions outta rap – like New Orleans did/
With Weezy but I'm more like Coughee cause I'm a normal kid/
That's GH not FF – an ass because I'm born to kick/
If you don't get the punchlines realize they're an assortment its/
Randomness and undeciphered lyrics til the chorus hits
CHORUS
VERSE 3 : TheJonesMob
Now I ain't been arrested since, we were crushing Dexedrine/
All the kid's who took it saying “look the state it left us in”/
You're still in Cali so let me teach you a lesson kid/
I took this ADHD medication when I was 7, shit/
Nevertheless, I went back up to BC
Where captain Mo's is prominent as the weed leaf
And anywhere you go you can smell it if you breath deep
The city where gals got a titty balanced on each cheek
These kids got mad drips, huh, You know it's CRC
Franks automatic grinder? Get the key for keef
And these Steveston sluts who chill barely have decent C's
With Eazy-E on repeat, and on report card easy D's
And the Drapist is banging strangers til he's diseased
I got that Steveston swagger that makes you reek weed
And seem like a drug addict, just cuz me and my friends agree
That kindness under the influence is really meant to be
These kids smoke butts, personally, I don't
They pressure my into snorting coke, but, I won't
I love people, and I don't care if you're a coke head
If you're nice to me we can be close friends and it's dope then
CHORUS
