Hardcore - The Herbaliser

So it’s Friday night and I was chilling downtown

With my old-school crew drinking Gatorade and peach soda

'Cause we hardcore nigga’s, you know?

And we like do to with something like that

And I saw this cutie standing by the bodega

I said, «hey baby, what’s your name?»

He said «I don’t know»

I said, «How could you not know your own name, baby?»

He said «It's like Quincy»

I said, «Like, oh, like Quincy Jones?»

He said «No, Quincy Cleofis Jenkins»

I said «Hey, you should have mentioned that before

I remember seeing you way back in Toys 'R Us

You were buying a Barbie for your mums, weren’t you?»

He said, «No, I was buying that Barbie for myself»

I said, «That's alright, I used to play with Barbies when I was little»

He said «Really?»

and handed me a red Skittle and I ate it

It was rather fruity so I took one back to my crew and split it with them, yeah

I think it was blue.

A blueberry Skittle, that’s what we like to eat

'Cause we hardcore nigga’s

Hardcore nigga’s, grabbing our Glocks 'n Teks

Rolled it around high school, picking up thirteen-year-old boys

Yeah, one time

The negro league and the Herbaliser

Chilling with Quincy Cleofis Jenkins on the sex and he does it like that

That’s how I like it, that’s lowe I hike to do

How I like to do?

I flip the word for you

Then I take it back and do another verse

And sometimes I like to fucking curse, ah!

One time, here’s a train!

going past, making me insane

I knew this boy way back in Brooklyn

He used to like to take triple fat gooses off little babies

And to sell 'em to old ladies for three pennies and two dollars

And buy the change and go buy blow-pops and rainblows and Bazooka Joe’s

And even when he was reading comics like the X-men, yeah

But I shot him, I shot him in the head and killed him, yeah

That was way back in September

And I did three (…), got fucked up, got scars on my face

But it’s okay 'cause that’s how we do it in the place

Hardcore nigga’s, that’s right

So fuck all that

Then, then talking spaceships and, and, and, and, and that other shit

That I can’t remember, just freestyling, chilling with the Herbaliser

Just feeling the vibe in

Wish I could play techie with the shit didn’t break so often

But that’s okay, 'cause we’re going back to Boston

Well, I am not going back to Boston

But I like to eat beans which give me gas sometimes

And I’d be farting on the mic, making it smell!

So that MCs come up and say, what one was here

That’s right, one time for Quincy Cleofis Jenkins

Can I get an amen?

Amen!

Amen!

Can I get a hallelujah?

Hallelujah!

Can I get a witness?

Witness!

God damn!

Quincy Cleofis Jenkins, my man, eating Skittles, chilling with ten vittles

Ten honeys, thirteen-year-old boys, yeah, that’s how I like it

So bring the noise

One time

Did I tell you I got shot?

No?!

Last week?

No!

Last week, got shot in the spleen, kinda hurt

I thought it was my pancreas, said, oh damn, he shot me

Two times

Can I get an amen once again?

Amen!

Thank your brothers, thank you, thank you, thank you

Thank you very much, we’ll passing the collection plate around

Trying to get some money

'Cause we some broke ass hardcore nigga’s drinking Gatorade and peach soda

On the corner

Yeah, one time

You can fade it out one time

Fade it out one time

Fade it out one time