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letra de crc - thejonesmob

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verse 1 : thejonesmob

nasal full of ketamine, only ever seshing greens/
z bars and g starr more c0ke 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 sh-t that’s left beneath/
agina to f-ck like v-g-n- without the letter v

lean my hands to where i hope and think her br–sts’ll be/
in the next ten seconds she’s begging to sit next to me/
i’m guessing these s-xually infested genes will lessen me/
cause with condoms i mix latex and antihistamines

my destiny is simply sitting with b-tches
and listenen’ to sicknen’ stories of richmond parties and ecstasy/
but ecstasy is just s-xy 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 f-cked can you split that z bar, please
i’mma k-hole for a bit kids, brb
here we are getting f-cked 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 sh-t/
that means this weekend we’re probly shredding wh0r-s to bits/
stuff her in the box and f-ck her like a contortionist

drinking every sip til i find out captain morgan’s p-ssed/
til my liver gives in, and til my organs split/
i’m such a f-cking pimp – yeah i’ll go hit on a mormon b-tch/
get her on the floor in short shorts while performing tricks

f-ck her til my d-ck’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 -ss because i’m born to kick/
if you don’t get the punchlines realize they’re an -ssortment 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, sh-t/

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 t-tty 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 sl-ts 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 b-tts, personally, i don’t
they pressure my into snorting c0ke, but, i won’t
i love people, and i don’t care if you’re a c0ke head
if you’re nice to me we can be close friends and it’s dope then

chorus

- thejonesmob

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