Mount Real Habitat by The Jonesz Lyrics
Wiggas in sweats, good as it gets
Coolbrook kids on a westside Montreal story
Rhyme glory and my honey would die for me
Hot foot to the comer and we could buy 40s
Of whiskey with lah money, the munchies and mob movies
The grumble in my tummy could hit me without warning
My, my sugar pie it's five in the moming
Should I face the sunshine or just get some shut eye?
Five Fridays I'm blunted
Wintertime suicide-blues got me bumming
Smoke at the dollar store, hope that I run-in
To my old friend, that's an еx-girlfriend
How I love a hometown chick, word a mothеr
Got the blunt wrapped up and the dome covered
Booty, my city best described as a woman
Stripper with a French kiss, come on that's Montreal
That's Montreal
Seems like it's a freestyle when I see sirens
Scene lit with the tear gas and police riots
Godfather behind bars but the mob thriving
Friend of a friend murdered over teen violence
This ain't just a dope rhyme, this is real lives
So realize I'm not lying, when I dropped science
I was high when I made the decision
But I'm sticking with it, living in this city is wicked
Came here as a freshmen, smoked out the residence
Passed the exam, dropped out next semester
On a quest for beats rhymes life
And a French girl, yes, yes y'all you guessed it
Official Montreal resident, impressive
No longer a guest in the city of sex
And domestic home grown weed culture artisan types
Winter, spring, summer, fall that's Montreal
That's Montreal
C'est la vie, zoot alore
Plut a tire, suis su mais just un puff
Encore, comment tu dit
I wanna slide ya g string off with my teeth girl
Vous les vous couche avec moi
Ce soir mademoiselle a la bar?
Freestyle cuz I didn't make it that far
Spitting on the last sixteen of my bars
High out in Montreal surfing the internet
Working and making my wage like ah
Waiting tables, getting mad greasy in the dish pit
But then I go hit the chick quick
Get the joint lit, every time you
Could join in, every rhyme
Coolbrook kids on a westside Montreal story
Rhyme glory and my honey would die for me
Hot foot to the comer and we could buy 40s
Of whiskey with lah money, the munchies and mob movies
The grumble in my tummy could hit me without warning
My, my sugar pie it's five in the moming
Should I face the sunshine or just get some shut eye?
Five Fridays I'm blunted
Wintertime suicide-blues got me bumming
Smoke at the dollar store, hope that I run-in
To my old friend, that's an еx-girlfriend
How I love a hometown chick, word a mothеr
Got the blunt wrapped up and the dome covered
Booty, my city best described as a woman
Stripper with a French kiss, come on that's Montreal
That's Montreal
Seems like it's a freestyle when I see sirens
Scene lit with the tear gas and police riots
Godfather behind bars but the mob thriving
Friend of a friend murdered over teen violence
This ain't just a dope rhyme, this is real lives
So realize I'm not lying, when I dropped science
I was high when I made the decision
But I'm sticking with it, living in this city is wicked
Came here as a freshmen, smoked out the residence
Passed the exam, dropped out next semester
On a quest for beats rhymes life
And a French girl, yes, yes y'all you guessed it
Official Montreal resident, impressive
No longer a guest in the city of sex
And domestic home grown weed culture artisan types
Winter, spring, summer, fall that's Montreal
That's Montreal
C'est la vie, zoot alore
Plut a tire, suis su mais just un puff
Encore, comment tu dit
I wanna slide ya g string off with my teeth girl
Vous les vous couche avec moi
Ce soir mademoiselle a la bar?
Freestyle cuz I didn't make it that far
Spitting on the last sixteen of my bars
High out in Montreal surfing the internet
Working and making my wage like ah
Waiting tables, getting mad greasy in the dish pit
But then I go hit the chick quick
Get the joint lit, every time you
Could join in, every rhyme