Mc Chris - QT lyrics

[Hook] QT motherf**er Late fees motherf**er I'm dropping N bombs like "What motherf**er?" Transform motherf**er You've been warned motherf**er b**h slap from a Kangol capped motherf**er [Verse 1 : MC Chris] '63 Tennessee, Though the marriage was through Little dude called Q Born to Connie McHugh Little mick Little wop And a little Cherokee And a little African-American apparently Brother got soul And mother gotta bounce Sunny Cal for the gal and the boy with the brow Daddy two was a dude wasn't quite what we liked I was glued to the tube cuz real life wasn't right So we moved Nomadic in a panic I was bruised Hyperactive and erratic Hated school A dirt bag with nerd facts Dropped out Ripped tickets at a jerk shack I escaped Manhattan beach where they rent tapes Pontificate new wave and it's French babes Extrapolate all day cause I got raves Talk shop non-stop while I got paid Wrote a script bout Mallory and Mickey Story's kinda gory some said sorta sickening Wrote a rom-com about a Elvis quoting creature Fall in love At a Sonny Chiba triple feature Stole a hooker from a pimp Stole coke from The Sopranos Then he sold it to Joel Silver before everything goes blammo One script in the stack in which I wanted to act f** rejections by readers in one year they'll wanna retract [Hook] QT motherf**er Late fees motherf**er I'm dropping N bombs like what motherf**er Transform motherf**er You've been warned motherf**er b**h slap from a Kangol capped motherf**er [Verse 2 : MC Chris] Liked to act honed my craft on the side when I could Saved my pennies started dreamin', started schemin' Hollywood Got excited bout my writing in two years I wrote three scripts No one bought them it was rotten and I almost lost my sh** Can't deny it I decided time to get off the pot I could shoot it myself and give it all that I got I could direct star and edit and fetch a bag off stops Don't need a corporate clown hold me down in a headlock So I went to a party wearing my finest tiger print Ready to schmooze and get vagina on my dick Then I met my defender by the name of Lawrence Bender He said "You got some moxy, you obnoxious pretender." Read my script and loved it said it needs a budget He dropped it and shopped it to courtly curmudgeons A briefcase of cash that glowed was bestowed Some say that it's gold but I know it's a soul [Hook] QT motherf**er Late fees motherf**er I'm dropping N bombs like "What motherf**er?' Transform motherf**er You've been warned motherf**er b**h slap from a Kangol capped motherf**er Eddie was a betty like to talk like a b**h Mr. White was the type who's too nice for his niche Mr. Pink was a hater who wouldn't tip waiters Mr. Brown was gunned down but he savored the flavor Mr. Blue was a con so his humor was minimal Mr. Orange was the sort who never consorted with criminals Mr. Blonde was a Vega so his brother was Vince Everyone head to the rendezvous daddy's gonna be pissed [Hook] QT motherf**er Late fees motherf**er I'm dropping N bombs like "What motherf**er?" Transform motherf**er You've been warned motherf**er b**h slap from a Kangol capped motherf**er