TNMCRP-1021 Intro By Nikko Jones

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[intro]

And its, it’s the Qweezii experience 2

Its, it’s the Qweezii experience 2

And watch them drop the beat

And watch them drop the beat

And watch them drop the beat

And watch them drop the beat

It’s, it’s the Qweezii experience 2

[verse 1]

New York bitch/ sorta rich according to this

Forbes list I’m finna be on, fast forwarded shit yuh

Cordial shit but I’m immortal with this yuh

Call the scrimmage, ain’t small forward with this (that’s big gains)

Yuh big slices

No limit (no limit)

I’m so in it, G Eazy I’m so scrimmage

I’m so a menace

They know I meant it

Aye

No proof uh, I’m so relentless

I’m so apprenticed

Yeah

I’m dream chasing

That means we racing?

Yuh, I’m cream make’n

I’m cremate’n, (cremate’n) bitch niggas

Get richer, and slit niggas (I’m Freddy Krueger)

I’m lit niggas

Shit figures

Ya get’n bigger

They get’n old they get’n bitter

Bitch be humble

That means Bey

Bitch don’t be mumble (mumble rappers)

Niggas delusional

Suck my cock

Qweezy baby, fuck the boc (fuck the roc)

Fuck the roc

Golden chains

Get it snatched

(go inane)go insane (go inane)

No ones lame

Who you fool’n Im’ma genius

This blue is too in

Call me truant (call me a nuisance)

Call me a nuisance

Im’ma monster, that’s what I do

I’ve been

Qweezii szn…

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TNMCRP-1020-Sick Thoughts, By Nikko Jones

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TITLE: Sick Thoughts

[intro]

Sick thoughts… you know like,

Yo if I even died tomorrow would you even care to feel?

(Care to feel) yeah would you even care to feel?

Nah what I mean, cause I got sick thoughts

(You’d probably careless) right? huh?

[verse 1]

Bad hoes, strip’n naked pass go, this the greatest

Yeah monopoly money

you better get on top of that honey

I got the, block hot it’s the Roc Roc

New Roc’s rock chop up hot beats

Like a nigga got a ki (grrrragh)

Prodigy

Like I was half of Mobb Deep (whew)

Taki, like I was how Selena got the streets

(Taki, Taki)

Cocky, yeah a nigga from New York (I’m from New York)cocky

Now these niggas do reports (they do reports)

Yeah who knew the port would turn me to this glue you snort

I skrr off like Camel nigga, you newport (you newports)

Lamborghini’s, ferrari’s we want it all

1 for my old man 1 for me, I won’t stunt at all skrr skrr

(shit) I just wanna be humble RIP my nigga Mac Mil

Nigga passed away with no kid shit gave me a chill (I had a chill)

And it was bad feel me mad illy

Swear that had killed me

R.I.P. my nigga X

I got enemies, that wished I was next

Sick thoughts

[hook]

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Shit I just wanna be humble

I’m tryna get my mind right

Sick thoughts

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Yeah yeah yeah

[verse 2]

Yuh I tell her to poke it out

I’m rub’n her no lotion now

She feel like an ocean now

Seasick yuh I’m open oww

She ride the surfboard

I’m provide’n a full course (vitamin D)

She ride it, cow girl she look like a whole snack

(mirror) she knows that know that

I told her no hold’n back

Yeah that’s that Wayne Wonder (QWEEZii Wonder)

No let’n Go, she came sunk’ed her

Yuh I tongued her battleship

She lungin, on (that dick) “that’s it”

Yuh Imma sick fuck

Imma squirrel issa quick nut

Yuh I’m mixed up like mixed nuts, she taste me (she said i’m tasty)

Yuh Imma sick fuck yuh I’m sick but, she tasty (shit she tasty)

Yeah shit she tasty too

I tell her shit taste the juice

Yeah it’s the wave what it do

Bish you could get it with braces too

I get you basic dudes

But me, shit i just wanna be humble

I was told not to think the same as everyone else

Cause shit that’s just gonna be mumble

And who would want that

I wouldn’t want that

Shit you want that?

I told you from the jump dad

All these sick thoughts, ain’t no come’n back

[hook]

[verse 3]

Can a man live?

I’m try’na give my mom’ma grand-kids

That’s on my mans live

Everyday as if it’s my last (you already)

So take that

I’ll make it back

If I waste a stack

Cause I’m so focused I does this I does vros

yeah it’s the return of the fireman

(turn up) the fire damn

They told me to put it out

I’m crooked, I’m hood oww

I got that that that

That lightning flame

That frightening thang’ (simma simma)

That trifling aim

Friendly fire, yuh light up gang

I’m quite insane

Friendly fire yuh light up gang

& if not that, yuh quite inane (whew)

I got a uh uh; fire frame

Issa vibe these flames

(simma simma) the mic’s my name

Tyson, Jordan yuh lights out gang

I got a uh uh frightening aim

Yuh I’m Steph Curry

I was told not to think the same as everyone else

Cause shit that’s just gonna be mumble (and who would want that?)

Yall need a story

Straight up ya’ll straight bore me

Needless to say ya’ll bore me

It goes without say’n ya’ll straight bore me

It goes without say’n

[hook]

[outro]

Sick Thoughts

(Project Fallen Leaves)

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TNMCRP-1019-HEART by Nikko Jones

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“HEART”

[verse 1]

Yuh that’s what the heart gets, when you play the mind of the heartless

Qweezy baby, but best believe that’s he’s guarded

And imma black out how i’m posed to that’s regardless

But thats retarded

You gone tell me

We 1 & we hell to the b

To the e-n-t

& we indeed/ like it’s our job or somethin’

But niggas is mob you front’n

Ain’t no love in the city

St Nick yo fuck it no pity

I get mugged the city, is mean

Ain’t nothin sweet/ bad hoes out here (they) gang, stunt’n on me

But it ain’t nothin to me

Im’ma punt it play D

That’s that bullshit/ that got me on my bully “i hope she pulls it”

Kim the beat/ remember me?

That’s no-name dead but not forgotten essentially

You sent for me?

Yuh then know my aim

Kill everything i’m so ashamed

I’m so inane

(Go) i’m insane/

You’se N’sync, you know lame

I mean, unless you JT

Other than that you’se a faggot best Swayze

I must be

Musty

Stone cold fuck with me

I buc at these weirdos I’m nuts fear nobody

Radio head aka stereo

(like woes)

[hook 1]

And my heart hurt so…

In my feelings

First they love me then they hate me then they love me again..

They love me again

You know? (ya sabes)

Now shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Now shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Like go go go go go

[verse 2]

West Coast (West Coast)

Let em know (let em know)

If you love her (if you love her)

Let her go (let her go)

Better roll (better roll)

high beams (high beams)

Flash the lights on em, uh visine

(visine)

My team (my team)

Me myself and I

3’s a company

well i’m a selfish guy

I want all the blame, call it flash’n lights

(I want all the smoke)

If it’s all the same, u-haul pass the mic

Swag bitch, shoot’n stars

Life’s a bitch, you’se too hard

Get’n high (get’n high)

Sit’n low (sit’n low)

Go’n apes, golden state

Pick & roll

And i’m Steph with mines/ KD yuh tell the ref it’s mine/

Like woes, I’m MVP

Like whoa I’m MVP

And indeed, I’m on one envy me

And when he speaks

That’s 3rd person

Cuse i’m a psycho (i’m a psycho) the worse, personally

I beat up the track like I black’s & blues it

And eat it all up (black) black, that’s ruthless

Taboo shit

(Agh) I do it

That crude shit

That raw baby (yeah)

Like la ella le gusta la gasolina

[hook 2]

La ella le gusta la gasolina

La ella le gusta la gasolina

La ella le gusta la gasolina

Drop it

La ella le gusta la gasolina

La ella le gusta la gasolina

Go go go go

Now drop it drop it drop it

Twerk twerk twerk

Go baby go baby

Go go go go go

[bridge]

Go baby

I know he’s crazy

But stick with him it’s only wavy

It’s only A-Z yeah why you bitch’n?

It’s only life this is my vision baby

[outro]

Let the beat rock

I see you bite’n your lips

Don’t make me come over there

Let the beat rock

& Can I Talk my Shit?

Yeah let me talk my shit?

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TNMCRP-1018 “XOXO” By Nikko Jones

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Tittle: “XOXO

[Intro]

xoxoxoxo

[Verse 1]

Kill everything in sight, yeah everything dead

That’s word to blacklist. What Reddington said?

Its “Qweezy Qweezy” baby hit you with a no look.

You cross both sides, then I hit you oh look

It’s tha’ “Qweez” crook nigga

They call me a crook nigga, (Qweez)

I’m screaming true blue, and they call me dope

Shook nigga I go by, Qweezy that nigga

It’s easy go figure

Torn up inside, by a few of these and scriptures

(Qweez)

Rep’n Figueroa, throw’n sets up on Morningside

(agh agh agh agh I got em)

Rep’n Figueroa, throw’n sets up on Morningside

(agh agh agh agh i got em)

Get’n my reps up, yuh like I was born to ride

Not even from Figueroa, feel’n like that fuck’n nigga whoah

(xoxooxoxo)

I mean even the death (ugh ugh) like I was born to die

(like i was born to die)

Ya’ll don’t hear me though. Not even from Figueroa

Feel’n like that fuck’n nigga though

(agh agh agh agh I got em)

It’s Qweezy nigga, a.k.a. the conjured

A Monster, a bonkers nigga they scared to sponsor

(they scared to sponsor)

Should call me ganja. Cause I spook niggas.

I’m also high yo, (yuh)

Super soak ya bish should call me hydro, (yuh)

I’m fly yo

New York’s finest thats a fly joke

Maggot

You smell me nigga/ pick up sticks faggot

(fagget)

I’m on some brash shit

(xoxooxoxo)

[Hook]

XO XO XO XO

XO XO XO XO

(This is special)

XO XO XO XO

XO XO XO XO

(Qweez)

[Verse 2]

Right when I got out‘a jail

And used to have doubts that I’d bail

I wrote up 28GRAMz

Feel’n like heaven gates slammed

Feel’n like shit like my scent

There ain’t no bitch in here gentz

Feel’n sick in this pen

The meals is shit, CNN

(on the news)

I really lost my damned mind

Look’n for things I can’t find

(word to the wise)

Word to the intangibles and such

I couldn’t find peace of mind

Time and the streets which had left me dyin

Cry’n out and bleed’n

The view wasn’t as much visible

I remember them days, I remember them critical

Stepped out in that air

Wept out dam and I glared

And I stared too

Walk it out

Like stairs boo

Laney School like Jordan

Walk it out

I DJ Unk it, cross it out

X’s and O’s and XO

XXXO,

I did the shit professional

[bridge]

I’ll always love you

(I try so hard)

Search through the crowd

Your love is bright as ever

Even in the shadows

Baby love me lights out

XO XOO XO XOOO XO XO XOOO

(I’ll always love you)

XO XOOO

(I try so hard)

[Outro]

What you want, some cloud nothings

Some underground shit? What you want, the crowd pumpin?

And you wanna pretend your still into Nas flow

(Nas flows)

You used to practice what you preach, now to the gospel

Ain’t nobody ashamed, you’ve probably crossed the line

And i ain’t got a he or she to blame

But father time

And this cross of mine

Cause Jesus is mines, and he’s yours too

Some faggot boys said Satan’s tough

(hmmph)

Well yours is too

And i’m sorta new/ that’s yo se

They say’n Rookie of the Year Roy

Ya’ll don’t say

I got the torch like i lit it up, nigga uh fireman

Spark up like damn

I ain’t know i was that fire man

(fire vans heheh)

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TNMCRP1017-TRAP GURU- Lyrics By Nikko Jones

Nikko Jones

QWEEZii

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“TRAP GURU”

[intro]

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn

Burn motherfucker

Dead it. (Project Fallen Leaves)

You be all in your feelings

Call it a feel’n

But yeah, think I figured it out

Liquor in my mouth

Fuck’n sicker now, its QWEEZii

Please say the baby, see

[Verse 1]

See my fantasy, that’s a reality

I am the man to beat, them niggas rally me

They bout to put me on these nigga’s DVDs

So I can walk my talk; See see spit my 3peats

And then a repeat, QWEEZii MVP

The one the elite

Spit it then retreat

That means just fall back, back back pussy

All the way back, Aftermath pussy (pussy)

I get it kudos, I kick it judo

I’m cool’n so young, these niggas too old

You’re getting too ode, fallen soldiers

That’s a ballad, I call them folk tunes

I go by odor, I reek success yes

You suffer defeat, you get the message

I keep the meth bitch, its crystal method

Crystal meth shit, you get the message

I spit my crack (crack)

You know it blat (blat)

My shits is crack (crack)

My shits is wrapped (wrapped)

My shits is packed (packed), Green Bay nigga (black’n out)

Grove Street fucks balling gangrene, aye aye

A.K.A the beast

Otherwise the Monster

Michael on the mic recording

Michael Jordan on the mic recording

[Hook 1]

You be all in your feelings

Call in a killer

THE ROOFS ON FIRE

Liquor in the air, it’s fuck’n sick in the house

QWEEZii, please say the baby

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

You be all in your feelin’s call it a feel’n

But yeah, think I figured it out

Liquor in the house, sicker now

Its QWEEZii

Please say the, yo

[Verse 2]

Black flag, spade shit

Out a this world, spaceship

Different suits: talk’n diamonds, clubs, spade shit

Pour’n out my heart (is keep’n me heartless), spade shit

That Milky Way space shit

Sagittarius playlist

Land’n, Martian

Loony wit the tunes, we call him Martian

Pardon, we has an issue

Ball’n, we call em’ tissue (rip rip)

Gangrene, Cousin Skeeter

The blues, fuck’n cheesers

Call it bait, they’re eat’n

Mouse trap, something’s fishy

Bastard, fish me

Crack shit, snow snowflakes (snowflakes)

Snowflakes, I can’t help (make it snow)

Self-less, momma call me Saint Nick (SAINT NICK)

Saint Nicholas flows (SAINT NICK)

Winter is Mine bae so ho-ho-ho (Lobo)

El Lobo, Lobo in your area

Leave a message. yeah

Blow pops your style, my style mines is Lollipop (flow cold)

five hunnid, just not as hot

[Hook 2]

You keep in all of your feelings

Look at the ceiling (Look at the ceiling) (Look at the ceiling)

The roof is on fire nigga

Liquor in the house, sick

THE ROOF IS ON FIRE

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

You be all in your feelings call it a feel’n

Killer nigga, call me killer, call me killer

Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill

[Outro]

Lobo

It’s them boys in the blue

Them boys who pop roids too

Its Royce

That means ghost, that means ghost

That means Lobo, El Lobo in that el camino

Oh-oh, oh-oh

This St. Nicholas this ho-ho

Ho-ho, so ho-ho-ho-ho

It’s that Chiraq flow

Them bitches love that shit up in Chiraq though

I mean huh, uh this Aflac

It’s that uh flow nigga

Saint nigga up in the nap sack

It’s that back to back feel’n

It’s that uh trash can and you pop out and you reveal tins man the Oscar

Grammy nomination

Goddammit and now they in the stands hate’n

Forsaken I’m from the 646 nigga play’n

Top five nigga, the starter and I got got high

Up in the brackets

And I just lash at this

With my rifle flow

Ever spite man know (His name is spite man yo)

That I’m the psycho hoe (I’m the psycho hoe)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Rep’n that Soho district with my polo

Call me Polo the Don

Call me Lobo, cuse Lobo’s logo is mogul, mogul

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TNMCRP1016-GORILLAZ-Lyrics By Nikko Jones

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“GORILLAZ”

Lobo (Lobo)

I been the realest go gorillaz for the meals bitch/

Banana clips, make you all eat your words/

I been the illest, yeah I’m sick with the flows yo/

Sycamore, fallen leaves fallen leaves/ (yeah)

They call me STD y’all/

Take off the S, (Two Letters) it’s all me/

Touch down nigga, since I touched down/

After that fuck’n crown nigga, the fuck’n crown/ (fuck’n crowned)

Left, I is my mother. I miss her to death/

Wish that I didn’t, she lives through me yes/ (un-pretty)

Melancholic melodies/ Different address/

Shits hidden in sound/ gifts, sundress/ (Aww yeah)

Wrapped up ya’ cola body/ Look’n like a coke bottle (coke bottle)/

Coke, baby addicting/ Life is but a dream/

I heard life imitates art/ Art imitates mines/

I leave trails of broken glass everywhere I go/ (I do)

Mics, broken hearts, hate crimes/ (Mic Check 1-2-1-2)

Hop on the mic and I do what the boy do/ (Mic check, mic check)

Uh, Hop on the mic and I do what the boy do/

(Let’s go) Let’s Go

I’m a bastard a bastard/

I got tha’ swagger, that swagger/

Peep the word, peep the word/

I let that bird play/ (it’s too hot)

Cooped up, I fly the nest/

Space-Bound, I’m like Ness/

(Quiet Ness) Hush up it’s a movie/

Star’n, yours truly (yours truly)/

Unruly, can’t rule me/

You’d need like 5 rulers/

Rulers can’t help it/

(Si) I’m the mighty, dick-head/ (two Guns Up Nigga)

And it’s, TF5 in this beyotch

(Let’s Go)

Project Fallen Leaves

This is QWEEZii Experience x4

This is the RAHHH

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