The Pink

VERSE 1: The
Jones
Mob



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



CHORUS



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



[X2]



VERSE 2: The
Jones
Mob



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



CHORUS



VERSE 3: The
Jones
Mob



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



CHORUS



VERSE 4: The
Jones
Mob



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



CHORUS



VERSE 5: The
Jones
Mob



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



CHORUS



VERSE 6: The
Jones
Mob



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