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+**************************************************
+Baby Blue[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak
+
+[Chorus: Action Bronson]
+Why you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl, I'm blue
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Because you treat me like shit
+I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
+I paid for that crib I never stepped foot in
+And now somebody else is eating all the pudding
+Things change, now my dashboard wooden
+All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
+Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy
+Girl, we grown, stop playin' on my phone, baby
+All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short
+Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing
+Understandable, I'm shinin' brilliant with five Brazilians
+There were times I used to hide my feelings
+Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
+And motherfuckers can't see me
+Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
+Who would've thought I hit you right back?
+[Chorus: Action Bronson]
+Why you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl, I'm blue
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+So many women wanna call me 'baby'
+And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately
+Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and, uh
+Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
+Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and, uh
+That's me, and you could order whatever
+The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce
+You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next
+And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular
+I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera
+As Bocelli sings, the celly rings, I gotta go
+You'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
+I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
+I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
+Still, I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish
+
+[Chorus: Action Bronson]
+Why you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl, I'm blue
+[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]
+I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
+From a razor in a paper cup
+I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
+I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
+I hope your titties all saggy in your early twenties
+I hope there's always snow in your driveway
+I hope you never get off Fridays
+And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays
+I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
+I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
+I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
+And your headphones short, and your charger don't work
+And you spill shit on your shirt
+I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
+Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade
+I hope you happy, I hope you happy
+I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy (Igh!)
+
+[Chorus: Action Bronson]
+Why you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl, I'm blue
+
+[Outro: Chance The Rapper & Zane Lowe]
+La, la la la la
+La la la la
+La la la la
+La la la la
+La la la la
+La la la la
+[Produced by Mark Ronson]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Actin’ Crazy[Produced By: Noah "40" Shebib & Omen]
+
+[Intro]
+Yeah, uh, opportunity be knockin', let a motherfucker in
+
+[Hook]
+Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in
+I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
+You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Ma, you know I'm still your little baby
+
+[Verse 1]
+All my life I was a fuck-up, now I pull the truck up
+Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us
+See me hangin' out the window, screamin', "What, what?!"
+No more tough luck, a different cloth is what I'm cut from
+Baby, oh, my lord
+The cops chasin' Bronson in an all-white Ford
+Shit, I'm on that all-night tour
+Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw
+I'm in a robe dancin' salsa on the top floor
+You would swear I'm Puerto Rican, but I'm not, lord
+Hot hoes every city that we go, singin'
+"Heads high, kill 'em with it now!"
+Uh, all I do is eat oysters
+And speak six languages in three voices
+It's Adriatic Summers on a sail boat
+Don't even try to call, I'm not available for nothin'
+Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker
+With Anita Baker, uh
+[Hook]
+Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in
+I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
+You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Ma, you know I'm still your little baby
+
+[Verse 2]
+Uh, I feel so alive, I think I shit myself
+I should kiss myself
+I'm starin' at the man inside the mirror
+The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOH!)
+Goddamn, I'm still cute, ho (Yeah)
+All my women play the flute
+Saw me plate some melon and prosciutt'
+Left handed, make the Fender cry
+Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye
+Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh
+Motherfuckers'll dump heat, from Jump Street
+And turn your chest plate to lunch meat
+I'm in a Humvee, lookin' like a young me
+Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby
+I switch the season, now the hair's curled
+Tan skin, I need a bad girl
+Cause James Brown said, "It's A Man's World"
+In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl
+That's just "Daddy's Little Girl"
+[Hook]
+Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in
+I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
+You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
+Ma, you know I'm still your little babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Easy Rider[Produced By: Party Supplies]
+[Verse 1]
+Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat
+Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel
+I'm leaned back with the Les Paul
+Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
+Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival
+The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call
+Best believe that there was neck involved
+Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab
+Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains
+Started running with the stallions
+Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys
+Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need
+Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
+Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
+Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower
+Before I die, take a hot shower
+
+[Hook 1]
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+[Verse 2]
+By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
+With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick
+I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
+Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser
+A little machine to make espresso
+I heard your bitch still wears Ecko
+Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco
+Live from the Expo, it's me
+I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center
+Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner
+I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans
+Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
+Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team)
+Bite the eel by the dozen
+
+[Verse 3]
+Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand
+Except this toy cost 80 grand
+And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
+Just from writing words with a pen
+Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main
+Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
+And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
+I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
+The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches
+We got twin MAC-11s with the features
+Shit you barely got sneaker money
+So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny
+You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
+(I can't hear ya)
+You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
+[Verse 4]
+The Magic Johnson of the game
+These lames don't want to play with me
+Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me
+I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see
+It's me
+
+[Hook 2]
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+
+[Guitar Outro: Curt Chambers]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bird On A WireLa musica de Harry Fraud
+
+Smoke something, biatch!
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge
+Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs
+Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit
+Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Leave the party with your daughter (little Debra)
+In the morning do karate in the water
+Hear sounds of samurais
+Rockin shorts in the winter don’t fuck with splinters (rats)
+Roll with sinners — A bunch of winners, catered lunch and dinners
+Why my drug jar look so empty?
+Drop a hook and then I’ll probably cop an M3
+Long knife ('chete), that’s in the event
+Somebody try to get me then to Heaven they’ll be sent
+Oh, off the strength, caviar and Porsche taste
+All the beans are gettin' Boston baked
+On thin ice, I skate across the lake
+With the CCM tacks, my feet are like Cassius
+Smoke premium cabbage
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge
+Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs
+Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit
+Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich
+
+[Verse 2: Ft. Riff Raff]
+Yo we 80,000 shopping malls but we ain't browsin'
+Poppin' hood in Transco Towers
+Prowler prowling Gucci towels and bathroom vials
+Nouns, owls, Aston Martins
+Sparkin' one in valet parkin', loan sharkin'
+Hopin' that my days-don’t-get-darkened
+Cheetah skin outside the parka
+Propaganda propels us – ostrich feathers
+Security guards with 9 berettas, pullin' up Volkswagen jettas
+Causin' storms in sunny weather, in sunny whether, in sunny weather
+Hopin' that my days get, hopin', hopin' days get, days get betterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+9-24-11[Intro]
+Smoking fucking thanksgiving turkey bags man
+Surgical procedures
+Ben Johnson
+You already know
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Sign my name with the feather, tap dance under the full moon
+Smoke and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soon
+Just keep it truckin', searching all the nooks and crannies
+No english muffin, streets are filled with crooks and trannies
+Bam bam got a shooter like Lagassee
+Emerald green paper that I split up with my posse
+One hand driving, 3 gram smoking
+2 fiend sucking, tea bag soaking
+Strength of a retard the drugs are even stronger
+Shorty loved the longitude, dealer bring a quarter through
+Over fishing make the snapper less affordable
+I hate when stupid bitches ask me questions that's rhetorical
+Like "do you want to have sex?", well bitch, it's obvious
+Her name was Jeta from the former Yugoslavia
+She grew a bush like a baby plant
+Still I ate it, just think of it as bucatin' and razor clams
+Smuggle cheeses in a baby bag
+And then I serve at a private tasting
+I got no time for wasting
+Just dick is placed in the slit no type of conversation
+And prime rib from LaFrieda carved at the blablablabla
+Fuck, fucked my last word up cause I don't give a shit man
+I meant to say prime rib carved at the fucking carving station but yo
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up
+In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked
+Plus she wearing a wedding dress a special day
+She said she finally met a… Fuck
+Yo, my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up
+In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked
+And she wearing a wedding dress, a special day
+She said she finally met a man to take her breath away
+Well naturally I'm jealous, because I'm lonely
+At times my only friends in life are drugs and the cannoli
+My dad was right I shoulda listened when he told me
+A walking contradiction wounds inflicted on me solely
+Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor
+Ocean-Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh yo
+Pain within running deeper than the ocean floor
+Ocean avenue, the family straight from Kosovo
+That was years ago mum look how your son has bloomed
+I hum a tune and then I'm hotter than the sun in June
+And I'm just living my life but feel I'm drifting
+Demons on the doorstep, lungs that feel constricted
+Or maybe I should see a shrink and get prescripted
+Or take the hand of God but shit I think i'll keep my distance
+I think I'm frightened and I didn't even know it
+But yo, that was a thought and I'm subconsciously a poet
+It's perfect timing and I hope that I don't blow it
+I pop the bottle of the moet, yo here's to me
+[Bridge: Big Body Bes]
+
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+Late nights I'm trying to stay up out of the orange skips
+Great white sharks, the .38 with tarnished tip
+27 years I never met an honest bitch
+Slice their faces like Kitana and shit
+Through my nasal blow the smoke
+Basil on the boat
+Hookers on the half shell, hundred dollar pants
+Wind breaker jacket flapping like a falcon from a westward wind
+Play the kitchen like a mexican, next of kin
+Patrick Swayze… We out!
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Strictly 4 My Jeeps[Intro (Action Bronson & Big Body Bes)]
+Better slow down baby
+I’m out here wildin'
+Better slow down baby
+Shit is crazy
+
+[Chorus]
+You need to slow down baby
+My whole team cash and load out baby
+I’m a hero in my home town, baby
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+
+[Verse 1]
+Shit on my chest, shoot colors like a care bear
+All year see me tan, hopping out the van
+You wasn’t there, now you tryna show face
+Fuck around, be a cold case
+Chrome skates on an old day
+Remote control chains, promote dough for the veins
+Poke chicks, hoes with vogue legs
+Eat steaks off a gold plate, stoned, listening to Coldplay
+
+[Chorus]
+You need to slow down baby
+My whole team cash and load out baby
+I’m a hero in my home town, baby
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+[Verse 2]
+Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino
+Push the 635 to the finals
+Pearl white like what you sniffin’ in your sinus
+The finest vaginas demolished by my dick
+One year from Queens to the top
+Cream of the crop, serve a fiend out my sock
+Five minutes till they lean like the drop
+Now they spinning through the furnace like the scene from The Rock
+Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper
+Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather
+Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay
+Play the pool on a cool day
+
+[Chorus]
+You need to slow down baby
+My whole team cash and load out baby
+I’m a hero in my home town, baby
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+
+[Verse 3]
+A lot of people with their hands out now
+Got these motherfuckers mad ‘cause I’mma stand out now
+You never let the hammer off, you got the soft hands
+I hear you singing for the boss man, dog
+I’m from a lost land, spill coke on the heater
+Drop a little sauce on the beater
+Zero to 60 in a Porsche like a cheetah
+New York, I'm like Jeter, light Caesar
+No hypebeaster, rock a nice sneaker
+You get drugs for a good price
+My price cheaper, guaranteed
+My trunk snapping like a tambourine
+Bodying these pussies with a camera team
+Uh! You better slow down, baby
+Uh! You better slow down, baby
+Uh! You better slow down, baby
+You better slow down, baby
+
+[Chorus]
+You need to slow down baby
+My whole team cash and load out baby
+I’m a hero in my home town, baby
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+
+[Outro]
+You need to slow down baby
+I'm a hero in my home town, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Terry[Produced by: The Alchemist]
+[Intro]
+Don't hurt me again
+Uh, don't hurt me again
+Don't hurt me again
+Don't hurt me again
+Don't hurt me again, baby
+Nah
+
+[Verse]
+What up, love? I need a hug cause drugs be takin' over
+Shorty couldn't take it no more, she went loca
+No stranger to a rum and soda
+I met the ho while she was slumped over
+Shit, I've been good, though, I can't complain
+I could probably cop a half a plane
+Drinking juice just like Jack LaLanne now
+I'mma strike it rich any day now
+Uh, you know I gotta get a plate now
+Virtuoso on a keyboard
+I rep the eastern seaboard, jeez Lord
+Please leave the Z3 keys before you leave
+Don't sneeze on my shit, cause for shiz I'mma flip ya
+Pedicured foot slide in the slipper
+Tryna do the remix with Pitbull
+Tell the pilot land at Schiphol
+Play the violin with dimples
+Life's ironic and it's simple
+Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
+Drive nice car, wear all green mink
+First time I whacked off was a Penthouse
+Roses in the bath at the penthouse
+Billy Joel at the garden
+Should I get a skybox or an '89 IROC?
+It's always poppin' at the IHOP
+Choke a pussy with his tie knot, it's my block
+Chuck Knoblauch, spicy coconut curry from the Thai spot
+I'm in a hurry, dumb jewelry
+The verdict read from a hung jury
+The doctor said that I was hung early
+Skull curly, Larry, and Moe, I'll marry a ho
+Only if the bitch look like Mari' Monroe
+Twisted off the Jenkem, watching Iron Chef
+The secret ingredient was lion's neck
+Royal Blue-Cyber Tech
+I ride solo like a fighter jet
+Hurt me again
+[Hook]
+No, don't hurt me again
+Please, don't hurt me again
+No, don't hurt me again
+There's no hit records on a demo
+There's no hit records on a demo
+No, don't hurt me again
+There's no hit records on a demo
+There's no hit records on a demo
+Catch me hoppin' out the limo
+Catch me hoppin' out the limo
+
+[Outro]
+Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
+Drive nice car, wear all green mink
+Uh, what you payin'?
+Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
+Drive nice car, wear all green mink
+Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
+Drive nice car, wear all green mink
+What you thinkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Rockers[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Bam Bam
+La musica de Harry Fraud
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+White leather to the knee, we in the tropics
+Left hand is switching speeds
+I'm in the cockpit
+Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks
+Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit
+Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Rock this Shawn Kemp, kamikaze
+Burning cheese, Saganaki (opa)
+Greek shit, whole team sick
+Hoe bitches from Cleveland on my dick because I rap
+Fuck it, make it clap
+Throw the money in the air then pick it up
+I'll take that back, bitch
+Homie hold me down
+Homie throw me phony pounds
+The scent of dollars like some crispy garlic golden brown
+Addicted but ain't nothing prescripted
+Baby clams from Montauk, mix it up with the linguistics
+Bitch I'm high
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+White leather to the knee, we in the tropics
+Left hand is switching speeds
+I'm in the cockpit
+Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks
+Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit
+Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+
+[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
+Uh, know I hit you with that hot shit
+Straight up off the block, roll up pot shit
+Niggas just don't wanna go to school
+Act like they are, but they not sick
+Money all up in my pocket, putting diamonds in everything
+See me out I look rich as fuck, clothes smelling like Mary Jane
+Ride coastal been on every plane
+Say these guys close, but these guys loco
+When they see me they non-vocal
+High as fuck I need bifocals
+Kush got me moving slo-mo
+Steak and eggs in my dojo
+It's some Gs in there
+Need some weed? I'm there
+All these cars I own, ain't no keys in there
+Tapping young niggas out, rolling weed out an ounce
+Now I got a bigger crib
+Repping what I live about
+My hair long, my weed strong, so they staring
+My weed strong, my money long, I ain't caring
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+White leather to the knee, we in the tropics
+Left hand is switching speeds
+I'm in the cockpit
+Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks
+Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit
+Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty
+Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty JannettyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Consensual Rape[Intro]
+Fucking drug shit
+Do the drugs
+Yeah
+Yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Straight from the depths of Queens.
+Leave you sleeping on the mezzanine
+Like you Lincoln, then switch into a desert scene
+Often heard, but this motherfucker seldom seen
+I'm throwing blows while you waiting for the bell to ring
+Drug smoking
+Raisins make the pasta sweet
+Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet
+Stay lean like some motherfucking ostrich meat
+You full of shit it's time to get a colonoscopy
+Scissor kicks, dick suck from Miss Elizabeth
+Lex Luger arms
+4 in the morning in the dark with the computer on
+Wasting my time, my thoughts are paced, untastable grace replaced in my mind
+Born to shine like the eyes on a cat
+Same cat fuck around, put the knife in your back
+This is nothing, we live & let die and roam the land
+And you bluffing
+You lifted the cards and showed your hand pussy
+[Verse 2]
+Tailor-made rubber, Rubbermaid reliable
+Never spill the soup
+Rock a linen suit
+Play the streets like the ball court
+Spin & shoot
+Strong as Popeye dipping in the spinach too
+
+[Verse 3]
+Take my nuts out your mouth
+Let me breathe for a minute please
+Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines
+About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens
+You're on the shelf like a figurine
+Drugs infested my mind
+But I'm destined to shine
+Spit the shit to keep these motherfuckers pressing rewind
+Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine
+Live divine, free the mind, lead the blind, read the signs
+Hands up like you stepping in the party
+No you getting robbed, motherfucker, with the shotty
+Said you pottyd
+Make your body do an ollie
+Then dig your shorty out cuz I geeked her up on molly
+Have her eating dick, no need for seasoning
+If seven dudes are in the room then she's pleasing them
+Like a trooper. Hit her in the pooper. Throw her in the shower
+Then I take her out to Lupa
+I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky
+Put em in the shower, make the pussy brand new
+Ran through. Give 'em money what I can't do
+Stuff her lunchbox & burn her with the candle
+[Verse 4]
+UH!
+Consensual Rape
+Vinegar solutions
+Animal abusing
+Barrel revolutions
+Don't get me pissed off, fuck around rip your tits off
+Still getting head, even if my dick's soft
+Rising quick, no Fleischman's
+I'm in the endzone with one leg up, posing like Heisman
+Throwing like Theismann, sway foot
+With the Village Leader smoking a pipe with seven wise-men
+I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table
+Let 'em know I'm hungry
+Polo on the rugby
+The forty-four long surely got a trusty home
+Trying to live American Dreams...Dusty Rhodes
+
+Yeah
+Fucking PussyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+9.24.13[Action Bronson]
+Uh
+Waxy
+Smoking that Barbara Walters wax
+Same fucking outfit twenty days in a row I don’t give a shit
+
+[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
+You only came around ‘cause you thought I had some money for you
+You got it fucked up
+That’s for the kids
+And If there’s anything left I’ll cop a crib
+And If there’s anything left after that I’ll cop a six
+How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates?
+First course was from the Finger Lakes
+Last course cinnamon ginger cake
+She gave me head during the Laker game
+I got her tatted, trying to erase her name
+No, I caught her cheating, her pussy didn’t feel the same
+She was probably with one of the Broncos
+Or LeBron so I blew her car up
+Soon as she try to start it up, nah
+I can’t talk about that though…
+Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans
+Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend
+Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
+Stashed under the sole of the sneaker *laughs
+Fuck
+Fuck man
+Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
+Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
+Uh
+[Verse 2 - Action Bronson]
+Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
+Hit him with stacks
+Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna miss the finger roll right’
+Fuck
+I Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
+Showed him some stacks
+Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?’
+Yes Mr. Baklava
+Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car
+
+[Action Bronson]
+*trails into laughter
+Shit!
+Its too crazy right?
+Yo
+Its just fucking nuts
+We just talking crazy at this point
+
+[Verse 3 - Action Bronson]
+I told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
+Showed him some stacks
+Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?’
+Yes, Mr. Baklava
+Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car
+Now I’m, sliding
+Ma, your boy has made it, no more
+Crying
+The facial reminiscent of a lion
+Fuck around I’ll send you back to zion
+And I ain't even trying
+Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks
+I remember back when they wouldn’t spend a stack on my rap
+Now they want to wipe my ass in the crack after I shat
+And I just had corn beef hash
+Ew…
+[Verse 4 - Big Body Bes]
+Yeah
+It’s me
+Motherfucking Big Body
+I’m back for the fucking sequel, man
+You know I had come and to spice this shit the fuck up
+Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself
+I’m over here fucking wiling
+A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now
+Motherfuckers done came up
+Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made
+You know what time it motherfucking is
+So my lifestyle done changed a little bit
+All types of shit
+The motherfucking crib is renovated, man
+All types of fly shit
+I got the new fucking marble floor, man
+That shit is imported
+We just flew that shit in from Connecticut
+Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit
+But you know me, man
+Same motherfucking body
+I’m out here wiling like I never changed man
+This the same motherfucker you know me, man
+’98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver
+It’s me man
+The last car on the fucking A train man
+I fucking live this shit
+Done came up
+Pockets was always swole
+Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man
+Fill them up like the fucking gas tank
+God, man
+Psssht
+Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man, Action Bronson, man
+We out here, man
+We motherfucking out here, man
+Not enough to say, man
+But a motherfucking few more things that’s what to say
+Shit is fucking crazy, man
+I’m out here smoking good, man
+Fucking pocket, fucking stupid, fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff
+Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the Heights
+All of that, 172, 174
+Wiling
+You already know, man
+Nah, I don’t even want a motherfucking ounce, B
+Give me motherfucking 40 dimes
+That’s how I want it
+In a brown fucking bag
+Yeah, tato Papi, that’s how we doing it, big fucking style, man
+And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm
+That’s how I do it, man
+Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill
+I’m out here wiling man
+My name Big Fucking Body
+Shouts to motherfucking Albania
+Shouts to East New York
+Shouts to Lindenwood
+Shouts to motherfucking Flushing
+Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man
+All fucking day I’m out here wiling, man
+Eagles upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pouches of Tuna[Produced By: John Sparkz & Party Supplies]
+
+[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Bronsolino, damn
+Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano
+My shawty features like Madonna-
+I ain't like that one
+Yo, line for line
+Straight up lambs on the arm, Giambi lenses
+Ken Caminiti, Bosworth
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano
+My shawty features like Madonna, Lo designer
+Bending these young Lola Fellanas over. Ace the test
+Baste the breast with the juices
+Under the influence of fly shit, I glide like Ovechkin
+Disqus hoody, puff hibiscus, balance be the crispest
+Baby girl, you're wylin if you sniff this
+You gotta take a piss test, piss right through your fishnets
+Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand
+Blam blam a piggie try to put my fam in the can
+Strictly cop and go's, until we laid in the Galapagos
+Eating tacos, higher than a opera note
+We never ride Civics, the Mont Blanc scripted lyrics
+It's like avant garde to the critics
+I throw you in that armbar with the quickness
+Either you with me or bitch you on the shit list
+[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
+Bitch, please, picture me in Sicily
+The hard bottoms gators is slippery
+I just had an epiphany
+And now I'm shittin' on your whole steez ridiculously
+45. fire at ya attire, to break your armor up like fine china
+Fly designer hoes diggin for gold like a 49er
+I hit the diner, the Carolina
+Pass the lighter to the passenger in the spyder
+Vagina splash like apple cider
+So fuck your little 2 cents blue benz bitches jump like Harold Miner
+I'm in the recliner, we traced like eye liner
+And I escape like MacGyver
+Bank robbers, bang 38's to taste cobbler
+And lay up with a case of vodka
+Get cake and prosper
+Ate steak and lobster to Frank Sinatra
+Air you out, leave your face for pasta
+Get laced and dip the jakes in the grey Boxster
+Beige fox, 88 Clarks
+Ladies identify gangsters' posture
+I'm feeling like J Hoffa
+Fuck yall, eat a fat dick with the monsterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+ShirazWe've been the best since I stepped in
+Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn
+In the sack, break her back like a Redskin
+Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin
+Tree to make the head spin
+Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
+Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
+New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
+I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
+Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
+Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot
+Bitches are on display, give brain inside the coupe
+Shift gears, that's with the left
+Which means I'm on the right, get paid
+By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid
+
+Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
+Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
+In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
+Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
+12 courses laid up on the long table
+Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
+For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
+Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil
+The red razor cut the features in your facial
+Creep in Corona, bumping Fernando Villalona
+Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner
+Tu no ta pa mi, muthafuckas are sloppy
+Captain of the rap, you talking to papi
+Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
+Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough
+Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off
+Hash straight from the desert, can knock
+A camel off, Sheep straight out of school
+Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit
+Whole cliques roll thick, no shit
+Piss drunk and they smoke sticks
+Not a word of English but
+They hold the four-fifths
+FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit
+Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand
+Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam
+Never speak to fuzz
+Tap out the reefer, show him how
+To use his sneakers, cuz
+Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom
+We on the beach, fresh Ceviche
+We in Cancun, fly girly curly
+Hair is getting read through
+We in the shower give me head: shampoo
+Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle
+Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco
+Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango
+I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you
+Bye, peace, one, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+A Light in the Addict[Produced By: Party Supplies]
+
+[Verse: Action Bronson]
+Sittin' first class, feelin' like shit though
+Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo
+Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground?
+Fuck that, I want the crown off anybody head
+I wouldn't care if everybody's dead
+It's why I keep the pump shotty layin' in the bed
+Have a fuckin' sleepover with my weapons
+My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson
+Shit, I made this out of nothin'
+Damn, these ladies love me out in London
+Laurenivici served the granulated onion
+My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon
+Dog, what the fuck is with your mother?
+She got one leg longer than the other
+One eye through the shutter
+Made the transition from weed to butter, like spring to summer
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson & Black Atlass]
+I nearly lost my mind
+All a motherfucker got is time, time, time
+Time, time
+I nearly lost my brain
+Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
+So bad, I'm so glad
+I nearly lost my mind
+All a motherfucker got is time, time, time
+Time, time
+I nearly lost my brain
+Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
+So bad, I'm so glad
+I nearly lost my brain
+Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
+So bad, I'm so gladEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Contemporary Man[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam
+Let's go
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yeah, fuck the back talk
+Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk
+Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard
+Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I'm Pistol Pete
+You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek
+Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps
+Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek
+Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr. Cheeks
+
+[Interlude: Action Bronson]
+Uhhhh, fly shit
+Grown man shit
+Do it one more time, fuck it
+I'm good to go
+Alright
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Yo, I'm a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep
+While her mother make soup with the cow feet
+Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell
+Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel
+Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets
+Spread bed on the feet
+Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73
+Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh
+Big Bird, Farrington alumnus
+Mouth like a pussy, she gum dick
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador
+Then I order up a feast for four
+If you see me in a leather, know it's reaching the floor
+Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah
+Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap
+Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that
+Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked
+If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering that
+This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot
+Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot
+In the Z3 bumping U2
+
+[Interlude: Big Body Bes]
+Yo, this Big motherfucking Body, bitch
+
+[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
+Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup
+Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck
+Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled
+Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters
+I love Black girls boisterous
+Shorty's on the arm like a koi fish
+On a herby white dude with the yellow fever
+Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper
+[Sample: Charlie Sheen]
+Banging seven gram rocks and finishing them
+Because that’s how I roll, I have one speed, I have one gear
+
+[Interlude: Action Bronson]
+Yeah, uh-huh
+Feel the beat…
+
+[Hook]
+When our eyes first met, was like the fourth day in July
+When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine
+
+[Verse 5: Action Bronson]
+Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving
+Six ducks in a wood burning oven
+Georgia Southern, her alma mater
+She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado
+Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt
+Fuck swag, got pizzazz
+Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz
+Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass
+Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies
+Next year catch me posing at the Tonys
+Folding paper wilding at the OTB
+Grow the money like a Cocha tree
+[Verse 6: Action Bronson]
+American flags hang on walls that hide money
+Put my arm through the Picasso
+Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling
+Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale
+Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors
+Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi
+Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC
+Randy Quaid with the turtleneck
+Erma with the jungle juice, man feet
+Beamer, tan seats
+Smack the taco out your mouth, green couchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rolling Thunder[Intro]
+Aw man, smoking in that rocking chair, uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+My past life I was a Rabbi, now I live the fast life
+Drugs on standby in the circle by the campfire
+Telling stories of yesteryear
+Pull out the pocket mirror just to check my hair
+Hit it with the comb again
+The rap Dennis the Menace with Dennis Rodman's in Venice, inventive
+She took a bump and started dancing like Elaine Benes
+The big chain sway like I’m playing tennis
+One man team, about to win the pennant
+Now you can tell by my pendant that I’m protected
+Direct descendent in the blue and orange Lexus watching ‘Se7en'
+Land in Dublin
+Pull me in the room and ask if its resin
+I said no, they sent me on my way with blessings
+
+[Verse 2]
+I trained a dolphin to let the slammer off like Dolph Lundgren
+That’s if your mouth running, you’ll get your couch sunked in
+I’m rare like a fucking Asian playing hockey
+My ocean view is due to Papi
+Bitches call me Rodney
+Bought my bitch a present hope I don’t spoil it
+‘What is it baby?’
+Face to face toilets
+Toyota with the spoiler Ace of Base boiling
+I play ball like Billy Hoyle
+Now I need a Sidney Dean to help me start this brothel in the Philippines
+I stay in Flushing like I’m Dillon Gee
+You ain't gotta open the comic book to figure who the villain be
+It’s me doing perfect dives in the Sicilian sea
+You know I like my bitch with a Brazilian V
+Bumping Bobby Brown
+Cry when I’m not around
+She always hold it down, pound under the seat
+In that all white Jeep sleep, that’s if you wanna
+I be schwitzing in the sauna
+It's better than the piggies blitzing on the corner
+Come in the crib every night, and I kiss my daughter
+Same lips spit on the lawyer
+*spitting noise
+[Outro]
+We out
+It's me
+Always foreverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Alligator[Hook]
+Baby my ride so clean, I ride so dirty
+I'm about to buy an alligator for my birthday
+My girl asking me, "Where you been?", don't worry
+She said, "Baby I crashed the Benz", don't worry
+I ride so clean, my ride so dirty
+I'm about to buy a fucking Lion for my birthday
+My girl asking me, "Where I been?" don't worry
+She said, "Baby, I crashed the Benz", don't worry
+
+[Verse 1]
+Dropkicks out the drop-top 6
+Don't make your fucking kid become a hostage, I got this
+Stay in the water like the Loch Ness
+Shirtless rocking a locket
+Drugs in my pocket
+It's all for a profit
+Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in my boxers
+Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster
+Orgies at Hofstra
+My bank account is like a Polish doctor
+My heart is cold, I sing a soldiers opera
+My drugs as strong as Arnold
+They found her dead in the gold Impala
+Hanging backwards out the chopper
+The room smell like Nag Champa
+Most my crew a bunch of armed robbers
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, I rhyme sick like I play with shit
+I've driven every flavored whip there is to get
+Feel like I dip that cigarette in wet stuff
+I should be on that Sped Ed bus, layin' on the bed with a red head slut
+These mother fuckers praying that I don't make it
+I'm on the balcony stoned and naked playing Sega
+Prince of Albania
+No money, nothing to say to ya
+I push the limo to the stadium
+Game 7, Knicks-Heat
+Me and Spike had to switch seats
+Cause he kept spilling Henny all on my bitch feet
+Expensive bracelets where my forearms and my fists meet
+Down in Mexico eating chilis
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets
+I saw her walking cause I'm stalking on the dead streets
+Trying to purchase where the shoulders and the head meet
+She had a tight pink dress, her pussy was a weapon
+Said she was a daughter of a Reverend
+Well, thank god I don't believe in heaven
+Butt cheeks sculpted like a horse's hind
+Shit man, I think that I just crossed the line
+Annual abortion time
+Yeah, she got the tat straight from West 4th
+Hereditary cancer almost took her breast off
+And over 6 months she said she had a chest cough
+Well I'm not a doctor, but I know that's not a good sign
+Matter of time 'til she placed and laced in a wood pine
+For years she was the hood slime
+Now no longer having a good time
+Under earth, she burst into a sudden birth
+Oh shit, the facial of my cousin Murph
+Strange occurrences, alignment with the sun and earth, yeah
+As baby turtles break the sand just to figure out the meaning
+Instinctively they heading towards the water cause they need it
+Forever cycles stay the same, they feel it like a fiend's wrist
+Mustard straight from Russia that they brought in on a steam ship
+My mustache like a Colonel
+Take a haters facial and I treat it like a urinal
+A bit disturbed, confessions in a journal
+I'm sickened by my thoughts so it's tossed in the infernoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Through The Eyes of a G[Intro]
+I think I got 15...bullshit, this is nothing. Look, my feet hurt, I need DOPE. What are we gonna do Sebastian, cause I got, I need piles of money. Forget this shit...but a hit of crack will do for now
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yeah...through the eyes of a G
+Through the eyes of a G, see me in the all white Eclipse
+A husband pay me 10 stacks to fuck his bitch
+Hand up her ass like a Muppet baby, it's crazy
+While she do a buck-eighty in a mustard Mercedes
+I move the mustard from Russia to Haiti
+Forty-fives will kiss your neck like the touch from a lady
+Fuck with my lunch and then the pump leaves you under the daisies
+You know your bitch is just another cocksucker with rabies
+I'm signing autographs in Spanish, I live with Michael Jackson's anguish
+Hop in the Vanquish and vanish off the manor in a strange manner
+Aim the hammer at your dame's bladder, like it ain't matter
+I smoke 'til I got down syndrome
+Tan gators, brown linen
+Multi-color money, seven different kinds of cheeses
+My silhouette resembles Jesus in all seasons
+Take a ginger shot, doing concentration curls with the cinderblocks
+Doing squats, hope the ox don't drop out
+Don't make me have to slap the fire out your pop's mouth
+
+It's me...uh
+Through the eyes of a G
+[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
+Yo
+Through the eyes of a G
+A-B, utilize what you and I use to see
+To move forward
+Cause I get bored with niggas talking 'bout
+Who they used to be, what they used to do
+My homie headed to court, not for a 2-on-2
+Ironically, I'll have you know we do it for the sport
+Or at least to keep a little gold in this uniform
+I'm abnormal like a unicorn that you could get on
+Cows jump over moons when my nouns and verbs move
+Etiquette of a veteran, still getting checks
+You get a F for your efforts, we never trade techs
+I tried to keep the peace but now I gotta keep the piece
+I speak in synchronistic frequency with triggers squeezing
+And one day I'll drop to my knee and repent to Jesus
+'Til then I'm humping my lust demons for no reason
+Soul-o ho, from Del Amo to SoHo, ho
+
+Yo, yo, check, "you do not know me, no, no, no
+You do not know me but I know you-"
+I had to, I had to do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Brunch[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson]
+{Know you broke my heart woman
+When you said goodbye to me}
+You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north
+Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron
+X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon
+And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees
+Or two skis, carving up the Alps is what this dude needs
+I'm Rick the Model, Martel to cartel
+Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells
+No more child's play kid you with the big boys
+Fuck an economy size, we want that big Royce
+My family's sayin' that I rhyme with fury
+Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases that'll bribe a jury
+Grind the curry never shine the jewelry
+Pussy like it 86 style, you know it's fine and furry
+Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard
+You ain't never in the limelight, undercard
+Bronsolini in the sky, thunder rod
+Commandante of this rap shit, young Mossad, killer
+
+[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson]
+{Know you broke my heart woman
+When you said goodbye to me}
+You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north
+Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+The second stanza even deadly than the first
+From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth
+That's soon, road to a valley that feeds, civilization
+I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from
+My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade
+Hilfiger sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade
+First day class, the Agassis are black and white
+My older cousin puffing pot bitch, pass the pipe
+Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser
+Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza
+Or Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy
+Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere
+My team we work as a unit, nobody hog the ball up
+Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up
+Just a taste of the life like a September call up
+Johnnie Walker in our tall cup, getting torn up
+Listen, I'm steel fisted with the iron lung
+Heavy metal ballads out the guitar where lions run
+Praise the son that can stand on his own two
+Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew
+
+[Hook: *Frijid Pink sample*]
+{Know you broke my heart woman
+When you said goodbye to me}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Falconry[Produced by The Alchemist]
+
+[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Yo pass me the ball fool
+You better fuckin' pick me, ya
+Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit
+Fuckin' 360 on this pussy
+I don't give a fuck
+I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence
+No shoes on
+
+[Verse 1 : Action Bronson]
+I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef
+When I smile your baby mama shit her dungarees
+Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
+But nah, dunny don't get down like me
+The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle
+Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue
+Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit
+Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch
+(Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son)
+Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni
+I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt
+With one arm shredded, and one arm missing
+Dog, I was born with Allah's vision
+I learned quick I couldn't follow suit
+Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup
+Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick
+Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life
+I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park
+When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle
+Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983
+I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on
+Yeah, uh huh
+Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo
+Your ideas lack Adobo
+[Verse 2 : Meyhem Lauren]
+Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks
+On the low like a whip without shocks
+I bag bitches in flocks
+Representative for everything official
+Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue
+Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby
+Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me
+I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
+Treat the last record I broke just like a rival
+Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane
+Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
+It was written but I wrote it
+Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it
+Laurenovitch, yeah
+
+[Outro: Big Body Bes]
+3:36 in the morning
+Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York
+What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner
+With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites;
+All sorts of a felony in his waist
+But who are you? She only loves me when I'm nakedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Imported Goods[Action Bronson]
+[coughs] Oh my god, this mothafuckin' sour is too good
+I don’t even be fuckin' with that other shit
+That shit hurts my throat man
+I need that shit that tastes like fuckin', fuckin' soap
+Joy, Ajax. Shit… ayo, this is what I be doin' on that…
+
+[Verse 1]
+Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs
+'95: younger Bronson on the fast track
+To blast gat, now I'm looking past that
+I want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ
+I put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb
+A thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam
+Aretha jam, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
+Or risk the forest where the motherfucking rest your team be
+Peking duck, and large liver, goose carver
+Swiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father
+You know the motto, jacket to the knee
+I can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord
+Spark a seance, cause everybody lifted
+I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up
+This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play
+Yo cuff the Guess on the construction, take it easy
+
+[Hook]
+This for my people making sales until they back hurt
+See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt
+Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and
+Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking
+My man who just came home, and some are going up
+Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up
+Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize
+Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies
+[Verse 2]
+Bronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking
+Never see us starving, all my people hardly speaking
+When it's time, though, we form into a single file
+Spray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child
+Hop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina
+Getting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina
+Hooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back
+Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day
+Know the verbal, is Oscar-winning
+You cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten
+Suppositories in the ass of you, the green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do
+Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man
+I'll E. Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole hand
+Sex a dime, herbally, a blessed time
+Check the rhyme motherfucker, better recognize
+
+[Hook]
+This for my people making sales until they back hurt
+See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt
+Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and
+Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking
+My man who just came home, and some are going up
+Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up
+Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize
+Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies
+[Verse 3]
+The eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter of the water
+Near the border, where you oughta find me
+The Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning
+Air Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balance
+Stay endorsing that weak shit, my team spit
+That mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shit
+Now you sick to your stomach because you stunted
+Word got fronted, another motherfucking jerk confronted
+Post pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em
+Flushing, motherfucker, keep a toast up by the gold Saturn
+Little doulas on the block we tell 'em "go stab 'em"
+Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier to toe tag 'em'
+Carhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness
+Bronson love a freak bitch, dining on that Greek dish
+That's the a-hole, all my people AWOL
+Cash inside the case and now the judges want to play ball
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Thug Love Story 2012[Verse 1]
+She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt a woman have
+Skin would glisten like reflections off the blueish Jag
+She had a Jewish dad, and a Jamaican maid
+Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers
+And selling the pussy for paper to play
+Crusty feet like she hiking for days and live in the mountains
+At the park she piss in the fountain, shit on the Michigan towel
+She quick to split up an owl
+She loves some dick in her bowels
+Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol, powder her sniffles with flour
+Straight flieshman
+In the private part of her pussy pocket
+Randomly pussy farting
+Sold at the hookers auction
+Left as a crooked orphan
+Wrapped in the sports section
+Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer, what
+
+[Bridge]
+Make this fucking bitch sit in vinegar
+Apple cider baths
+Sit in the vinegar
+Bronsolino
+PS
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, so many unfamiliar faces that have come and gone
+You're a constant, fucked you in the school closet
+We were young then, experimental periods
+Laid a towel cause I fucked you on your period
+Stole my mothers car crashed it by the Burger King
+Young love, but we thought it was eternity
+Raw sex – never thought about paternity
+But now this cunt is trying to murder me
+Abusing me physically and verbally
+Said my dick was too small
+I went and got the surgery, just to show it off
+This ain't real shit, baby, I'm just going off
+Clear the mind, fuck it, so I wrote a song
+Night life, I'm destined for the bright lights
+Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes
+She hold me down, break a bottle on the bitch head
+.25 out the pussy and it spits lead
+We always end up in a situation
+She throwing diapers out the window at me
+Called the cops said I beat her face
+Beat the case, now I shiver at a sweet embrace
+
+[Riff 1]
+I rap now, bitches sucking like a vacuum
+On the bed, stay bent like a smack spoon
+Bubble butt thicker than the double dutch
+In the van, leave her tied up in bumblefuck
+[Verse 3]
+Cold, tired and I mean it
+I thought we'd grow to old farts in Phoenix
+Well now you see me 'lo scarves and a ski knit
+But I've been here since the beginning, like a prefix
+But I'mma to do what I gotta do
+Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux
+Over your head, after sex shorty hold me in bed
+Smoking Ethiopian red
+The son rose, a single teardrop fallopians bled
+Nowadays you catch the hooker sniffing coke in the shed
+It's a damn shame I'm just chilling eating lamb brain
+I keep the weiner on display for the campaign
+
+[Riff 2]
+I'm just doing what I had to do
+Tryna Drop me in the ground but I'm not going
+To the top till I fall just like Owen
+Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Larry Csonka[Intro]
+Bronsolino
+Fuck that sitting-down rap type shit, man
+I stand up, cause I'm a motherfucking man
+And I'm motherfucking hot
+
+[Verse 1]
+Peep it
+I'm on the third floor, your class was in the basement
+You know what that means; you got a hint of retardation
+Well, me too, I'm fully-blown just like the flow, though
+Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono
+Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil
+Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off at the nostrils
+Well, me and Docker eating dinner at the brothel
+Never sniff that blanco, that's word to OJ's Bronco
+Cop a Dutch and break it open, overfill it
+I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though
+Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito
+Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays on the visual
+Ginger ale and hot sauce, two things I live by
+I'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die
+Green DeVille, right, green drugs, but hold the serum
+Rub the things together, then you clear 'em, flatline
+The prosciutto, olives from Tunisia
+Drums are hittin' hard because they chopped up like a cleaver
+And yes I'm smokin' all the reefer
+The night creeper
+I love the pussy really tight, that's with a light Caesar
+Can it be that I'm the Golden Child, the chosen one
+The piggies saying freeze, but every time they did I chose to run
+Takin' that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier's gun
+Hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son
+Crack the pepper over thin crust that's handmade
+I'm stayin' strapped just like the Air Raid
+Yo, take a taste of my nuts
+Know they sweet just like the candy
+Dick is the same color as Band-Aid, understand me?
+I built this building, they came and then I conquered
+Two hour flights to Heathrow up in the Concorde
+Fermented grapes up in my glass that bear the same name
+I'm working hard because that's what I need to maintain
+Killer Queens is on the rise, so understand me
+Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's a Grammy in a room for my family
+Also known as a den
+Post and toast with Lauren
+Posing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm
+[Interlude]
+Uh, let me take a little break fam
+I'm fucking straight out of surgery, man
+I need a little break
+When I come back in, I'mma come back in hard, though
+I promise you that
+(Look at my motherfucking shoulders, son)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo
+I'm diving in like Louganis
+I'm aiming right for that anus
+Trying to give her a payment to rent the pussy like Avis
+Peace to Shaevitz & Shaevitz
+My rhymes are seasoned for flavor
+Fuck with shorties that's in shape, they got the V like they're Vader
+Ah ha, Animal Style, flippin' like a flipjack
+You heard the cat rap, like animal's fear from a rat, got
+Ankle length, that's suede, the jacket
+Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
+Do the Chatatimmy Shimmy like a crackhead
+No one compare to me, lampin' with my tangerine
+I'm fiend out, so I'm bangin' on the tambourine
+Yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner
+And I'mma send the doja down in case they run up on ya
+Your style is celibate, I'm elegant, trust
+My style is liver and I'm ivory like a elephant tusk
+Swirl the wine inside the glass that got the delicate musk
+Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show
+Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow
+Finish on the women
+That mean the bitch from Finland
+Her tits are bonkers
+Chilling in her chanclas
+Rollers in her hair, I'm running through it, Larry Csonka
+[Outro]
+Bronsolino
+You don't even know who fucking Larry Csonka is, man
+Get the fuck off my wee-wee
+PussyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Amadu DiabloYeah
+So give me that reason
+I told you I loved you already, bitch, what the fuck?
+Yeah
+
+Shawl neck on the drunk lawyer
+Coke shits in the toilet
+Turkey sandwich in aluminium foil
+The game been fixed
+I don’t play that shit
+I aim that shit
+If she looking at another mother fucker than you leave that bitch
+I don’t play that shit
+Hear me
+Left hand is steering
+In a Amadu Diablo
+Shit I got the urge to get a earring
+Image in the rearview mirror like Timothy Leary
+Don’t even come near me
+I keep it thug with a gun near me
+Your boy been eating on the run clearly
+Clear the run-way
+720’s on a one way
+So much drugs, what would a nun say?
+And its Sunday
+Shit, I don’t really give a fuck
+All I really want to do is see my people up
+Up to no good again
+She threw the condom told me put it in
+I did, fuck
+I nutted in like three strokes
+Shit, now that’s no way to rep the East Coast
+Every day I’m walking with my head up
+Don’t let up ‘cause it’s a set-up
+Like Albanian marriage go from Haiti to Paris
+The bath was 90 degrees
+Tapping Heinies with ease (shit,)
+Bitch please I’m the bee’s knees
+Shooting Deca-Durabolin three CC’s
+Peep the landscape
+You can catch me in the trees like the shit for the pancakesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Steve Wynn[Refrain]
+Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
+Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
+(I needed a little taste to that)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Twisting joints like a contortionist
+Laid in the Porsche
+My father driving
+Days been sunny since I started rhyming
+No denying me; I'm known to keep a fresh foot like podiatry
+Nobody high as me
+Green Timbs, in Vegas I'm like Steve Wynn
+At the same time, fellatio from three twins
+Those are triplets; I've been wilding since the Rabbi snipped it
+Then they laughed, and ate brisket, fuck!
+On my behalf, he had a meeting at the Neptune
+Had little daddy hide the heater in the restroom
+Guns drawn like my bath by my lady friend
+Mesothelioma money: drop Mercedes-Benz
+And I ain't never left, you know I'm still here
+Spit the shit to bring a cripple out the wheelchair
+Bite a bitch like George Whipple in the stair case
+Long as she got big nipples and a tan face
+
+[Refrain]
+Jungle Rule - can't be no fool
+(Yeah, you're in the concrete right now)
+Devil is on the loose, no coop
+[Verse 2]
+Foul living like Sandusky and Paterno
+I've been husky, motherfuckers couldn't touch me
+'Lo rugby with an Asian model so ugly
+Celebration 1987, no bubbly
+Facially, I'm like a young John Kennedy
+More obscenity; EBT in Genovese
+Go to Ock, get 70 for 100
+I want the 75 from Ocky but he fronted
+Take the money, cop 5 dimes, 2 chicken sandwiches, 9 limes
+For the Canada Dry; pose for the cameras by the banister, "Hi"
+In the summer, rock the vest set – Salmon Kani
+Flex the three-quarter cream Fi's
+We some esteemed Gs; steamed red snapper – Vietnamese
+Catch a case, get a Jewish lawyer, beat it with cheese
+Fuck the beef cause it don't go together, read em and weep
+It's very easy, make you disappear now, kid
+Make your paper, but you need to stay grounded
+Eyes wide like a chick that got the dick in the butt
+We're out here, trying to get the money, baby, live it up
+
+[Outro]
+Talk about me if you please, but I must be Hercules
+Hercules
+I must be Hercules!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Twin Peugots[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Am I rappin' or what?
+I can't hear the headphones, yeah
+Turn me up in the headphones
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, alright
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Jump tumble
+Front flips off the roof like a stunt double
+My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle
+Keep her shaped up
+The M3 all green fly like a strange duck
+My dad was right when he said I was a deranged fuck
+Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc
+Saddam Hussein guns
+Held by nuns who do drugs
+While beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug
+Pinky up
+The joint thicker than Pinky's butt
+Just as stinky
+Nick Van Exel with the handle, Helsinki
+Eggs Rothko
+The handmade suit cloth hang out the sports coat
+Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat
+Brown vest made of suede on my torso
+Close my eyes, inhale deep, sail free
+Blind fury, hoppin' out the braille jeep
+Serve me snails to eat
+No ham and cheese
+I'm tanning
+The 540i, color salmon
+Smoke a cannon
+Push the seat back
+Put your feet up
+Roll my weed up
+[Chorus: Action Bronson]
+Why's it feel like my life is movin' fast, yo? (I don't know)
+Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow (Bitch)
+Need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
+I need that first class dough (You understand me?)
+Yeah, why's it feel like my life is movin' fast, yo? (I don't know)
+Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow (That's right)
+I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
+I need that first class dough
+
+[Verse 2: Big Body Bes]
+It's me, Big Body
+Who the fuck else?
+You gotta pardon my absence, man
+I just came back off of vacay, man
+Just spent the whole fucking weekend up in Orchard Beach
+Livin' the fucking life
+I was out there wildin'
+Had your moms on the motherfuckin' boogie board
+Doing all types of stunts
+But now I'm back though, ain't shit changed
+Just came back, check my motherfuckin' emails
+Got more motherfuckin' deals on the table
+Don't even know what the fuck to do now
+Shit
+(Okay) Oh my God (Okay)
+You can still see me though
+Out there on Fulton Street, three in the mornin'
+Bench pressin' a fiend
+Ain't shit changed, still loiterin'
+[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
+Okay, okay
+I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on
+Made a deal with Lucifer, said, "Give me the universe" (Every single planet)
+It hurts kinda like losin' your first love
+I saw the bright lights and started doin' the worst drugs (Woo)
+Now, I'm backtrackin' and hash rappin' with Action
+Throwin' hand grenades at paddywagons in passin'
+Old fashioned soul grabber snortin' all the coke up
+The type of shit to turn a World War into a Polka
+Polo'd up, the double RL icon (Yup)
+Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python
+Listenin' to Lionel Richie, fuckin' with the lights on (Ooh)
+Rice on the table, have us goin' all night long (Again, and again, and again)
+Rooftops, sippin' on some red wine
+Start to realize I've been trippin', shit is just fine (Okay)
+So, I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath
+Dry off, hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave (Yep)
+'Bout to say, "Fuck it," and form a union
+March up to city hall and protest pollution (Yes!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Action Silverado[Intro]
+That's right (sniff sniff)
+Bam Bam in the mother fucking building
+Queens, New York
+Straight up
+Drop that shit
+It's me
+I built this shit
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoliño
+All I see is C-notes, silk shirts at the casino
+It's time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off
+I know your hands soft, you're on the menu like the lamb broth
+This is a grown man's sport
+And, dog, I leave a motherfucker laid out on the handball court
+I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose
+My words pronounced just like a camel toe
+And every whip in the garage laced
+Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase
+Crash the mother fucking Jeep into the venue
+You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you
+Ah, why the fuck would I have a bodyguard
+If I look just like the mother fucking bodyguard
+Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead
+Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead
+I'm underground and I need more bread
+And I need more head from some bitches straight from Morehead
+State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked
+My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets
+Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic
+My taste in Asics will lead your fucking spaceship into Matrix
+This place I made is quite spacious
+And dog I'm not the one to fucking play with
+Hear me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What About the Rest of Us?[Intro]
+Action
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+05' pounds in the Laredo, they gotta get there today though
+Ain’t no time for tryna lay low, bay bro
+If you can’t do it all you gotta do is say no
+I’ll take it from there, Ace is on Grand ready to work it
+Displayed a smirk like Mr. Perfect
+Under the bridge, behind the van, in the cab, I made the drop off
+Thank science that nothing popped off, since I was young, had a lust for foreign vehicles and things
+My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing
+Plus he pushed that red thing, I wanted to be like him so bad
+Wear the same shoes that he stepped in, of course I need paper
+I want to ride the one-seater like speed racer
+In the Jetta smoking a one sheet in the green acres
+Listening to bullshit music, thinking how I’m gonna do this
+
+[Chorus: Rico Love]
+Uh, temptations real
+Even though we feel we’ve been here before
+Somebody help me
+Lord have mercy
+It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
+Somebody wealthy
+But what about the rest of us?
+What about the rest of us?
+Screaming, somebody help me
+But what about the rest of us?
+It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
+Somebody wealthy
+Turn the lights on
+[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
+I’m from a place called the jungle where the living is rough
+It had me low for a while now I’m picking it up
+Holding the spot straight sticking it ripping it up
+I dropped 99 problems, switching and not giving a fuck
+So what you what you want? Got your bitch nigga gripping her butt
+Her and my dick, taking pics nigga flicking it up
+My click is wassup get buck if you want?
+You end up dumped chump, in the pond lake in a truck in New York
+There’s no ducking me, the Bada$$ time, but no fuckery
+Won’t find a chick who got a dime or take a single buck from me
+These hoes be loving me, I keep it so G
+Respecting where I be nigga check your OG
+My rap flow, imperial fad flows
+Well here it go my, visions is linear when I’m ripping the video
+It’s a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo
+The rarest breeds, sick like venereal diseases
+
+[Chorus: Rico Love]
+Uh, temptations real
+Even though we feel we’ve been here before
+Somebody help me
+Lord have mercy
+It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
+Somebody wealthy
+But what about the rest of us?
+What about the rest of us?
+Screaming, somebody help me
+But what about the rest of us?
+It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
+Somebody wealthy
+Turn the lights on
+[Bridge: Rico Love]
+Dying for nothing
+Killing to live, fighting for something
+Too bad we don’t know what it is
+What you think all of this cash for?
+Trying to put stamps on my passport
+Man I’m just scheming on new hoes
+I already forgot about my last broad
+
+[Chorus: Rico Love]
+Uh, temptations real
+Even though we feel we’ve been here before
+Somebody help me
+Lord have mercy
+It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
+Somebody wealthy
+But what about the rest of us?
+What about the rest of us?
+Screaming, somebody help me
+But what about the rest of us?
+It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
+Somebody wealthy
+Turn the lights onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Rising[Produced by Statik Selektah]
+
+[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Fly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it
+And then I ordered it
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+Don't say a word to me
+You already committed perjury
+A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that
+You know better, you better save that
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by a professional
+Strictly business, nothin' sexual
+Seasonal vegetables lookin' exceptional
+You ain't think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles
+I'm from a dirty borough where that Sun don't come out
+But when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs
+Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent
+To that S600 in amazement
+My time gon' come, I'm headed to the top
+Like I never wore makeup, and I'm ready for the spotlight
+You know I got my hoodie on, and it's such a hot night
+Shit I'm straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it's prom night
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+Don't say a word to me
+You already committed perjury
+A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that
+You know better, you better save that
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain
+With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain
+Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bed
+Different, different colored linens on my leg
+My mother said I better win or else she'll fuck me up
+Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut
+Since I was young I had the husky gut
+But I'm gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist
+Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart
+Bitch this is fine art, I gets my shine on
+You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on
+You drive a Scion, you ain't ridin', dog
+Me, I'm cell built, grab your chest
+Still get hit with right hands from left field
+My life is a kaleidoscope
+She makes me feel just like I'm high on dope
+I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+Don't say a word to me
+You already committed perjury
+A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that
+You know better, you better save that
+[Outro: Big Body Bes]
+You should have been known who the fuck this was
+Just by my fuckin' tongue
+Big fuckin' Body Bes
+You know I'm all over everything now
+You know me, you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope
+Out here gettin' filthy cause you know I got that ooh woo woo. You know me, I go home and change up
+I get fresh to fight. Just caught a new fuckin' case. But it's alright though, I got this stupid mothafuckin' lawyer
+He told me, "Don't even worry about that shit, Body. I'll make that go away
+Now what's for lunch?" I told him, don't worry, I got the hookup
+Anything you want. Crown Fried on me, 1 through 6 only
+I know your type though
+The type of mothafucka wear a three piece suit to go to court, shook to death
+And you there for smokin' weed
+Piece of shit, get the fuck outta hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+72 Virgins[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Here we are
+Just us
+I know you want from the first time you seen me in the movie
+Hanging on the shoulder of a villain
+She could flatten a village
+You know I'm usually chilling out with Bruce Willis
+Somehow, you and my man met first
+I was still stealing the money outta my gram-gram's purse
+But you were
+Running the streets, letting the blam-blam work
+Back then we smoked nickels of dirt
+Nowadays it ain't shit to drop a grip on dessert
+And you wanna tell the feds about some shit and it hurts
+Fuck it, so be it, you 'bout to know Jesus
+Turn this motherfucker back into a fetus
+Phone's tapped so speak Swedish when you call the crib
+Rich forever motherfucker I was born to live
+Die happy, knowing that my family's straight
+I hope they didn't see the numbers on that Camry plate
+I been a grown man since I had a baby dick
+These motherfuckers ain't saying shit
+Close my eyes, spray the whip, hit your rib twice
+Now your kids gotta deal with this shit 'cause this is life
+
+[Outro: Big Body Bes]
+Yeah, and I'm fucking here now
+It's fucking Body
+What the fuck I'm doing?
+Whole bunch a shit
+I'm out there wilding
+Got a fucking 50-year-old Puerto Rican with me
+He don't even know my name
+But he gon' stab something for me
+He know what time it is
+No watch on the wrist
+Fuck outta here man
+Smack the shit outta you then slap your son five
+Your own family loves me more than you
+Salute me every time
+Every time I come to your fucking crib, it better be a plate wrapped up on the stove motherfucker
+'Cause you know I'm coming to eat
+Fuck that I don't even want firsts, I want my seconds first
+That's right, I eat right out the motherfucking pot
+Fuck a spoon, I been eating hand to hand my whole life
+I motivate myself motherfucker
+Anytime I need to think about some shit man
+I just go back and close my motherfucking eyes man
+And go back to the sorrow
+Fuck outta here man
+My whole life is a fucking discography, B
+You stupid? Quadruple platinum
+Oops, what's that? Another oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Brand New Car[Produced by Mark Ronson]
+[Additional production by Statik Selektah]
+
+[Hook]
+I got a brand new car
+I got a jazz guitar
+[Intro]
+Welcome, everybody
+
+[Verse 1]
+Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
+Steer the yacht with my knee, plenty of botany
+Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography
+And I know she only want me for my guap-ery
+(Ahem... let me get my voice right
+Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4)
+It's the first time ever
+Yo fuck this jacket, I turn this shit to 85 napkins
+Since Jeter's done I'm now the captain
+Trust you me, Gotham's safer now
+But there's always a new joker in town
+Ready to smoke you with that pound
+But when he shoots it, the flag says "BANG!" and everybody laughs
+He must be up and off the molly tab
+I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trenchcoat stupid
+The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
+My lips are sealed like the singer with bad skin
+My need for speed made the Jag spin
+Dog, I'll resurrect Freaky Tah to do my ad-libs
+Overseas I prolly got mad kids
+That I don't even know about, you better slow down, baby
+I'm still young, fuck it, gotta use it while it works
+Nothin' lasts forever, or does it? Fuck it
+Shout out to my cousins, all of 'em
+[Hook]
+I got a brand new car
+I got a jazz guitar
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'll take it back to playin' handball and smokin' on the park benches
+Dippin' cabs and hoppin' fences
+Laughin' all the way back to the buildin' runnin'
+Got to the door, twist the key, elevator waitin' for me
+100, got upstairs and fixed eleven bowls of Crispix
+Grabbed a Snapple out the bin, no one's an even match for the kid
+Legs are made of stone, the back of a bridge
+In goal line situations I'll tackle the fridge
+Peace to Mike Ditka, 50 on the light fixture
+Right side shifter, fight fixer, twist your sister
+And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hair band, mothafucka
+It's Bam Bam doin' ah ah ah ah
+[Outro]
+Out with the, ah!
+I can't even get this fuckin' right, are you kidding me?
+I'm ashamed of myself, I'm sorryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ronnie Coleman[Verse 1]
+When I’m alone
+Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home
+Often thinking why the fuck is it I’m not in Rome
+If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body
+I see it now, Bronson, the heart-throbby
+No more pigging out, binging on the late night
+No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight
+No more pack of hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right
+40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid right
+I’m eating salad but I’m leaving off the croutons
+'Cause ever since a youth your dog's huskier than UConn
+Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons
+Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon
+Lock the refrigerator, there’s no controlling me
+Steak and chocolate got they muthafuckin hold on me
+Ain’t trying to be laid in a box, roses on me
+Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory
+
+[Bridge]
+Lets go, 20 more to go baby boy
+Yo you want that V by the crotch right?
+Yeah lets go (I want it)
+Gimme some pushups
+Gimme some dips (I can’t no more)
+Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!)
+Yeah you want that steak dinner don’t you? (AAAAH)
+Your gonna work that sandwich off now (I need marshmallows!)
+Yeah lets fuckin go
+20 more miles, lets go you fat fuck
+(AH MARSHMALLOWS, GIVE IT TO ME)
+You motherfucker, you, fuck you!
+[Verse 2]
+From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque
+I’m getting twisted eating chicken with a prostitute
+An hour later eat the burger with my drug dealer
+Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer
+Every five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened
+Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping
+I don’t want know one to know that I took it
+Cause I'm an over-eater (Ay yo ock, ay yo ock, fry the mayonnaise for me, man)
+Life is a smorgasbord to me and I’ma over do it
+I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don’t cut it
+Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded
+The shit they model in Milan that’s looking crispy custom
+5 and 6 bitches, lickin’ my dick twitches
+Serve up a facial, Mister Belding, bitches dismiss ‘em
+For now I’ll take what I can get till this shit switches
+Whatever fuck you stupid bitch
+Peace to the Drums of Heaven
+Peace to beef ribs
+Extended lunch time I eat enough for three kids
+Go on a diet, then fall off because I’m weak kid
+Since I was young I’m eatin’ candy on the sneak tip
+My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol
+Though at my height and weight im probably still the best at ball
+I’m tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all
+I bet I have your lady humming on my testicles
+[Outro]
+Yeah, Bronsolino
+Bout to be fuckin, summer time in the winter
+ShirtlessEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tan Leather[Intro]
+Fuck it, I want no bullshit pullin', man. No bullshit over here, kid. Straight from queens, man. Flushing to be exact. Shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fuck the light at the end of the tunnel
+Cause I'm living for today, trying not to drown in a bottle
+Death all around me, drugs seem to numb me
+Mental's getting sicker, the Devil's getting comfy
+Acupuncture with the smoke like I'm Mason Storm
+Legs crossed like a Buddhist, smoking Buddha
+Angry tuna, chilling, getting brain from Uma
+Used to lose, now everybody kangaroos
+Hop off the schnitzel, see me on Kissena
+Smoke the marijueena, always been the same guy
+Whether balling on a yacht, or hauling from the cops
+I'm flooring on the Fox, 'til I'm swelled up in a box
+All you gotta do is see me when you see me
+I'm burning bitches from the TV like a CD
+I'm trynna live the life in 3D
+So you could nibble on my pee-pee
+We out in Fiji
+
+[Hook]
+From having money on my mind to having money in my pocket
+Bone marrow roasted
+Spread it on the rosemary bread, lightly toasted
+Drizzle with the vinaigrette
+Stuffed Dutches and it's pulling like a cigarette
+[Verse 2]
+Until I'm tan skinned, bitches saying that I'm handsome
+'Bout to be up on the screen like Ted Danson
+Suede loincloth, never fall off
+Mr. Wonderful, Paul Orndorff
+Leather jacket, knee length
+Peace to people getting money in the 80's with the freebase
+First time, you get a free taste
+That's the start of a career chase, I'm eating cheese plate
+Skirt steak shaved straight up off the diaphragm
+Muay Thai title fights out in Thailand
+I spit the fly shit, accompanied by fly bank
+Use the flows that have me diving up in thighs tan
+Purple rain, no Prince, summer solstice
+Dope body, but her pussy's like an old fish
+The antipasti is a cold dish
+Yo, I'm focused, catch me out in London speaking Polish
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Madness[Verse 1]
+Ayo, you ready? Yeah, I'm ready right, the fast life
+Getting twisted almost every night, my mind is deeper
+Than the voice featured on Barry White, I'm not the marry type
+I make her sit in vinegar to get the candy tight
+I’m flattered at all the chatter and comparisons
+To the great, soon to see me right on Madison
+Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins
+I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi
+Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder
+Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face
+I’m out the world just like a lightning in space
+The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes
+
+[Hook]
+This is madness, certified madness
+Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage
+Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas
+Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage
+
+[Verse 2]
+Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy
+Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie
+You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie
+I'm in the corner with a hooker playing footsie
+Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
+We eat steak, wine and cheese plate
+Bronsonline the name is ringing out in each state
+Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate
+My feet slide just like a hockey player
+Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair
+Sucky sucky, happy ending shower
+Wifey making dinner, I’ll be home about an hour
+Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
+My rolling skills is undefeated yo you’ll never win
+I bring the devil in, Bronson known for his benevolence
+Polo fitted with a leather grip
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up
+Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore
+Hop in the whip and go for breakfast
+Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
+Damn I’m living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
+My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit
+Everyday I’m thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics
+Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix
+I’ll feed her coke for a dick suck
+Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt
+Now it’s on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda
+Pop a hole right through her throat, that’s no joke cause I’mma shoot her
+
+[Interlude]
+Yeah, damn, yo, fuck
+Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? Fuck
+
+[Verse 4]
+This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
+Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby momma
+It’s always drama, she got too much time on her hands
+Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man
+My eyes are open like an owl though
+Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough
+But if I die before the hour go
+Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
+Egyptian fixtures, patties by the colliseum
+Guns from Russia, I turn 'em to a ballerina
+Cop the work then they bagging coke
+Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
+To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go
+Master flow work now so I got cash to blow
+When I’m older, leather on a rugby shoulder
+I’m top dogging if I’m lying may they slump me overEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hookers At The Point[Intro]
+Look baby don't play me, play lotto okay, you gotta try to cum okay
+I'm a nice girl dont play me out
+I know its not everything baby but I'm out here working and I gotta pay up
+
+[Verse 1]
+Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
+7 times she got stabbed in the back
+By a regular john she dealt with many times before
+Thats what she gets for being a whore though
+She walked the streets, patent leather mini skirt
+With the zipper, damn I know her kitty hurt
+10 hour shifts she thinking' bout retiring
+Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I think she lying man
+She'll suck a Jewish lawyer, or an African cabby
+"It ain't about the money, tryna get back at my daddy
+Plus I'm feenin' tryna smoke me some crack in the alley"
+Grease the cops, found her mouthing off Captain O'Malley
+
+[Bridge]
+Yeah, its Hoookers at the point
+Bitch, get my motherfucking drink, bitch. Henny
+Quarter filled, in the fuckin sniffter dont put it in the rock glass again please
+You fucking stupid bitch treat you like garbage kick you in ya fuckin ass
+Come here bitch, put your breath on my pinky ring bitch
+Get my motherfucking drink bitch HENNY
+[Verse 2]
+As I ride inside my 92' Seville
+Windows half down so I can see my bitches in the field
+Best believe they bringing daddy money
+How you think I copped the caddy dummy
+Tryna get this Puff Daddy money
+The name silk but all my bitches call me montel
+Spit the marvel, with the soft top not the hard shell
+Three shades of green- suit, hat, and matching lizards
+8 bitches look like they straight from the Alaskan blizzard
+Bitch get my money 'fo I kill ya
+You know the life you chose
+But know you wanna be a mother
+The kid will be retarded you can add him to his brother
+Do the world a favor line your pussy up with rubber
+Now you done made me spill my henny on my pinky ring
+My nails are filed
+Perfect though right you see me shinin
+Now get the fuck up out my car and sell ya joint
+We gettin luchey this is hookers at the point
+Bitch
+
+[Verse 3]
+Dos en el morning, rocking sweatpants ya know what up
+Slowly approaching animals in motion
+Pussy safari, twenty for a lay
+Ten for a BJ, but free for some free base
+Before I purchase, I wanna peek at the turkey
+Make sure that its perky so it won’t turn my dick to jerky
+Open the door, soon as she sat down, she took a bump
+She caught the rush, then made a hooker grunt
+Let’s talk about me, I’m always on the road
+Got a little dick, many of the secrets I behold
+Name is dano born in the Bronx, half Puerto Rican
+Drive a truck hooked on dope cook a soul
+Was once a prospect for the twin now im on a mission
+Cryin naked shootin dope up in the kitchen
+Falling asleep right on the shitter
+Word to Roberto Clemente dog I’m still a hitter, yeah!
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Practice[Allen Iverson Snippet]
+
+I'm supposed to be the franchise player, and we're in here talking about practice. I mean, listen, we talkin' about practice. Not a game, not a game, not a game, we talkin' about practice
+
+[Intro]
+
+It's motherfucking me
+Bam Bam Shit man
+Slap her ass like she scored 30
+Ride dirty
+
+[Verse 1]
+
+Thirty thousand for the DNA swab, don't quit your day job
+You batty boys ain't even on my radar
+Order breasts of veal at Walt Frazier's
+Dog, my women come in all flavors, fold paper, Lord save us
+Complete a drug deal in a rental rented from AVIS
+Best believe my motherfucking Timberlands pounding the pavement
+Dog, I lay with hoes, I smoke butter the same color as Jalen Rose
+Stand on the balcony naked, just screaming, "Fuck it, I made it!"
+Every meal I eat steak to make a statement
+Patrick Bateman, thirty Mexicans in the basement, let's get it shaking
+The whole block's smelling like bacon
+My shorty keep it real, take a shit out the car window
+Hide money in a Nintendo
+Got a degree in dental
+Cook like she down in the delta
+Wrestled the gator for the foot display
+River monsters, Dog the Bounty Hunter
+Open bally stuntin', this is Southern Cali summer, bitch
+[Verse 2]
+
+It be the novelist, bare-handed choke a hippopotamus
+I need to go to Drug-Dealing Anonymous
+Cheerio ship-flip like Rey Mysterio
+Me laid up with big money be the scenario
+Out the watch flew a canary, it's cuckoo
+Let my man who just came home throw a party where you poo-poo
+Uh, that is not a nice thought
+Get locked up in the afternoon, I make it out by Night Court
+Long as I don't see that world
+I got the lawyer on retainer like a teenage girl
+Eating chicken parmesean in the holding cell
+My feet up, hittin' my G-Pen, yeah, you know me well
+Quadruple-black coupe, smacks for if you act stupid
+No love here, motherfuckers, I clap Cupid, jump in the black Buick
+Then make a sharp right
+My mother wrist is so cut, look like a shark bite
+And when I play the guitar, I'm always on acid
+She said I look like David Justice when she see me floating in the Maxima
+It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Triple Backflip[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino
+Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo
+I'm trying to have the bank account with all the Zero's
+Rolling Camaros, Jose Canseco was my hero
+Swing the bat like I swing the 'Lac
+Snap my fingers and they bring the crab
+Wave my hand and they bring the bag
+For your body motherfucker cause you old news
+And then you see me fucking skip away in boat shoes
+Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri- rip your dick off
+Ahh uhhh! Motherfucker I'm a sicko
+Fucko, amethyst on the knuckle
+On the arm, something Spanish with a bubble
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+Uh, it's big trouble in Little China
+All of the china hidden inside of a big vergina
+Uh, I'll pile drive her through the bed
+Hit the strip, get my motherfucking bread, don't you say a word, bitch
+I need the gators just to match the vest
+Have my apprentice put the stainless to a bastard's chest
+Come out the sweatsuit
+Do a triple back flip into the red coupe
+Skrrrt, we out
+[Verse 2]
+Come...hold my dick while I take a piss
+Shake it off, put it back in my boxer shorts
+Ride in the drop top lobster Porsche
+Inside the joint I got some pasta sauce
+Uh, stalking the street, just to put the fork in the beef
+Coffins are cheap, seats are very soft in the Jeep
+The lights hit me at the club, my skin was like a chicken
+And now my leather to the ankle by my Pippen
+This feels crazy and I hoping I don't blow it
+That goes to show I'm still a human under all this glow
+Needless to say I'm exceeding while you pussies bleeding
+I guess your weight was not in season
+Breezing
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Durag vs Headband[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Yeah yeah (uh-huh)
+It's me, it's me (uh-huh)
+I was hatched in '83 (yeah)
+Fuckin' standin' like the Notre Dame logo right now
+A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
+Just leave this shit, man
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+If I choose the right horse (uhh) I'ma buy a white Porsche (uhh)
+Never take the night off (uhh) I'm sayin' that my mind's off (uhh)
+Ever since I came out (uhh) I been handin' pain out (uhh)
+Fold a wire hanger through your nose, take your brain out
+Hey now, on the stage, I'm like great balls of fire (uhh)
+One more year, I'll be on Lake George retired (just one)
+Big steak like a Jeep tire (uhh)
+Season up some biceps and throw 'em in the deep fryer
+
+[Interlude: Action Bronson]
+I been hot since I was this big, yeah, uhh
+I been hot since I was this big, stupid
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+I'm sick like feedin' squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
+If this was '96, I def' had The Tunnel packed in (it's true)
+Big beard like I'm lumberjackin' (uhh)
+Mash the pedal of the 850, sound like the thunder crackin'
+I'm in a club with a condom on (hahaha)
+All Under Armour on (yeah)
+[Hook: Big Body Bes]
+And when I die
+Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
+And when I die
+Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
+
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+Microphone attached to my head so I can dance my little heart out
+Don't make me bring the white guitar out
+Like the one in Wayne's World, that was shinin' in the window
+Since 13, I been a nympho, uhh
+Fuck, That's Delicious on box set
+Me and my mans smokin' on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
+Stand in the store with twenty Ahmed's (a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!)
+Bazookas on shoulders, hundred pounds of C4 in a stroller
+Z4s roll up, shit's cold, I think I need a ricola
+I just dropped a million kroner, I'm a stoner (uhh)
+You lack culture, I'm a psychedelic image of a black vulture
+Trapped inside a past soldier, uhh (It's me)
+
+[Break: Action Bronson]
+I just blew my motherfuckin' high, man (ho!)
+Holy shit
+I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker
+
+[Hook: Big Body Bes]
+And when I die
+Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
+And when I die
+Make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
+[Outro: Big Body Bes]
+Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun
+(A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Only In America[Produced by: Oh No]
+
+[Intro]
+I'm focused, man, I swear I'm focused. These mothafuckas don't know, I'm the mothafuckin' golden child. Uh huh
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Anywhere I go, you know you're goin' with me
+Bobby and Whitney without the sniffin'
+Dog your bitch look like Eddie Griffin
+I'm three wheelin', keep the Chevy tippin'
+Big bearded Buddha bangin' bitches in Bermuda
+Barry Bonds, barracuda, Chattanooga
+Back alley shooter, black Balley booter
+Catch me jumpin' out the plane like a black puma
+Stoned, pump Depeche Mode
+Man all I see is red snow
+Left my man with a headstone on Edgecombe
+He was goin' for the glory in the end zone
+Just another Saaab story cause the pen's cold
+Am I gonna sell my soul? That depends, ho
+Man the vehicle's a rental, speak gentle
+Mink sweatsuit
+Stab your father while he's pissin' in the men's room
+
+[Hook: Party Supplies]
+Only in America
+Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
+Only in America
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+Only in America
+And I just can't seem to get you off my mind
+The best things in life are free
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+Goin' nowhere, nowhere
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+NYC what the fuck is goin' on?
+These mothafuckas won't play my song
+They sayin' that we soft, they sayin' that we fell off
+They sayin' that these other fuckers better than us, you gotta be kiddin'
+A bunch of pussies, when you piss, you gotta be sittin'
+You tie your hair in a bun and shirt in a knot
+You got the urge to suck the cock of Serge Ibaka
+Pictures of naked rappers hangin' in your locker
+You and your father never played catch, he taught you how to twerk
+Since I've been on the Earth I've been lightin' up
+And I've been all around the world twistin' dykes and purp
+Shit, light the earth
+
+[Hook]
+Only in America
+Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
+Only in America
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+Only in America
+And I just can't seem to get you off my mind
+The best things in life are free
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+The best things in life are free
+Goin' nowhere, nowhere
+The best things in life are free
+(Goin' nowhere)The best things in life are free
+(All that seems we're goin' nowhere)
+Only in America
+Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
+Only in America
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+Only in America
+Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
+The best things in life are free
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+All that seems we're goin' nowhere
+The best things in life are free
+Goin' nowhere
+The best things in life are free
+Nowhere
+The best things in life are free
+Free
+Only in America!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Concerns Me[Verse 1]
+Since the last time I seen you boo I been around the world
+Drugs is gettin' twirled, while driving something absurd
+Something you never seen, gold and forest green
+Leanin', growl like a demon, the tires smoking when I'm leaving
+Playing poker on the river boat
+Hid the ace long rifle in my bitch's coat
+Flip off the balcony, knife to the throat, ice in the coke
+Coke on the table, wild n' out in Roanoke
+Hall & Oates we at the benefit for wild owls
+They had the freshwater bass served five styles
+Flix with Ellen DeGeneres rockin' Perry Ellis
+Been a degenerate cutting ribbons with senators
+Knock on my door with balloons and that big check
+I'm not surprised though still dippin the 5-0
+It's all about survival, me and Supplies man alive on arrival
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got the drugs rolled perfect
+The gold turkish, flow furnace
+I been a earner, just call me earnest
+Leave the logistics to attorneys, but if its money it concerns me
+Yo wake the fuck up tell my bitch to pull the truck up
+Had the marijuana rolled up bitch this shouldn't be a hold up
+So much paper it don't fold up, grab the plastic it won't mold up
+I'm on the boat smoking gold dust
+I marry ya niece, cash me out in Paris for fleece
+Shoot the back of ya knees, Gary Sinise
+Speaking Arabic in Greece
+Grown men turn the keys to cheese, as I water ski Belize
+[Verse 3]
+I seen a lot but I ain't seen it all
+Dreams to ball but I ain't talking bout Seton Hall
+Hot red Lamborghini, special seat and all
+Plus the doors open up like a season whore
+Now you motherfuckers are sour, wishin' you had the vision
+Could've been doing division, stay in the coupe like a pigeon
+Apartment is getting close to the roof ya boy is risen
+Greek men, jump off the back of the boat for dinner
+Barehanded snatch up a octopus I'm a winner
+Grill it, hit it with olive oil and lemon
+Then kiss my fingers, efharisto that was delicious
+
+[Outro]
+[Applebee's Commercial]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Time[Intro]
+It's always me, yeah, uh!
+Yeah, beautiful, magnifique, straight up, ah-ha
+
+[Chorus]
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+
+[Bridge]
+It's a proven fact money make the world go round
+And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down
+On the whole team 'cause you weren't taking care of business
+See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh
+
+[Chorus]
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+
+[Verse 1]
+When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang
+Tryna fuck a groupie bitch right on the hood of the Mustang
+From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing
+Peace to Bloodstain, Beamer custame
+On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man)
+The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my features etch
+Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch
+Tell her that I need my slippers fetched
+I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey
+Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me
+Do a split on my dick
+If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I shit in my pants
+So I'm taking her to France with me
+[Chorus]
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+
+[Verse 2]
+Doing math like an Asian student
+I've been a truant, three language fluent
+Blueish on the Buick
+Reddish on the hue of the cheeks on my booby
+Her body smoking like a dooby
+The joint rolled like a croissant, mad butter
+Golden brown
+If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down?
+Probably no one
+They like it when you hot, when you not
+They tell you eat a cock off the springboard I dive into the drop
+Gold watch, like I just retired
+No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky
+At least I'm not up in Pataki's
+You catch me higher than a Shaq knee
+See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger
+The bundle bringer, guns are subtle
+Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle
+I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle
+Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo
+[Chorus]
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+
+[Bridge]
+It's a proven fact money make the world go round
+And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down
+On the whole team 'cause you weren't taking care of business
+See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic
+
+[Chorus]
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+No time for struggle 'cause we shining today, today
+Look out the window see me flying away, away
+
+[Outro: Action Bronson & Big Body Bes]
+Oh man, would you tell these motherfuckers what it is please?
+I gotta tell them what it is?
+Yeah, I'm asking you to do me that favor
+Wilding the street that's what I'm about
+What kind of bitch you like?
+Man, a bitch with a case on her record..
+Okay
+I need a bitch that's nice with knives..
+Hahaa!
+I need a fucking -- Yo..
+Yo
+.. yo man, on some real, put that weed back
+How many dope fiends you've been locked up with, son?
+Yo put that put that back put that back
+How many dope fiends you've been locked up with?
+Put that back, put it back, put it back, I mean it
+How many dope fiends have you been locked up with?
+I've been locked up with the most wildest bucking dopeheads, wild enough, don't even know they do dopeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Don’s Cheek[Verse 1]
+Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base, no blonde streak
+Swimming trunk, 30K in arm's reach
+I'm on the boat, in the water like a swan's feet
+To show respect you kiss both sides of the Don's cheek
+360 on the Seadoo in a tux
+Call my homie, tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch
+Plácido Polanco crib, his bitch was black
+She started purring, I kissed the cat
+Aristocrat, wrist dancing like a disco bass
+In the holster, same shit color as Sisqo's hair
+635 slammed like a suplex
+Cheat off a Chinese kid just like a school test
+I'm on the hunt for loot, jump out the chunky coupe
+Hold on, wait till it thunder, here's the gun to shoot
+Beige leather to the calf, where my math at?
+You gonna babysit my joint? Then pussy pass that
+
+[Hook]
+I'm getting paper regardless, I'm never facing no charges
+I got your honor under the armpit
+The gavel slam and I walk
+Hammer dances on the porch, downtown gallivanting with a horse
+Two different drugs to choose, I need the third thing
+Oriental style shirt
+Flapping in the wind like a bird's wing
+I need that good green, ugh, motherfucker need that good green
+[Verse 2]
+I got the face like a grown lion, my people hold iron
+Predict the weather by the wind like an old Mayan
+Hold my son up, show him to the kingdom
+While all his blood brothers became drug runners in England
+Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s
+Shorties smoking blunts, spades in the corner
+We moving white like David Spade in the sauna
+All the money chronological, it look like callaloo
+Provide the crew designer suits, exotic food
+Erotic nude and polished shoes, impala smooth
+Roll up, looking like Sinbad with the earring
+Lightskin sucking my penis while I'm steering
+I'm pro
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Midget Cough[Intro: Action Bronson speaking]
+Yeah
+It’s me
+I’m here
+Swerve
+Light it
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo
+I’m on the PCH, smokin’ THC
+With the team, money be the dream
+I take it multicolor baby, it ain’t gotta be green
+On the other side of earth with the queen, I’m from Queens
+Shit, 3 different types of forks for a Monday lunch
+Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump
+Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts
+We rock medallions and such
+Don’t even step within six feet of my presence
+Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard, Fresh pepper
+Did I mention, steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott
+Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit
+If these opportunities arose before we would’ve been had it
+Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic
+I been an addict in these streets, in my pants I’ve even shatted
+Then sat in it, sadly
+Two things about to cop a few rings
+And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling
+Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust
+Seats soft like a midget’s cough
+*coughs*
+Yeah, let’s hear that fly shit
+*coughs*
+Yeah man
+Oh fuck
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+I never thought that this could be my life
+Russian mistress and Parisian wife
+Always seasoned rice, the animals you find in the jungle on the table sculpted in ice
+Throw the dice
+Leg drop after a big boot
+1, 2, 3, it’s over, slide in the mint coupe
+Dive out the chopper in the water, uh
+No splash, Olympic shit
+Ayo, the spliff look like a shrimp when it shit
+Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit, me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip
+Motherfucka I was born to live
+And born to fuck a lot of pussy without spawning kids
+It’s meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+103 And Roosy[Verse 1]
+Medication in the plastic bag
+I'm a man motherfucker, you're a half a fag
+My chest is hairy like the Cubans rocking silk
+In the 80s on Miami beach
+You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet
+I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street
+Fuck around leave you slumped in your seat
+'Cause we're coming from Queens, every platter is Zagat rated
+Caramelized up, bulls are getting castrated
+Hold up hold up someone pass the weed to me
+Fuck a routine I'm switching up the scenery
+Boats with decks strictly using throats for sex
+Yoga stretch, open pussy like a sofa bed
+Key lime spear fishing off the Yucatan
+Grab a barracuda higher than a parachuter
+Pair of shooters: Anthony and Harper
+Caciocavalli dog, I'm sharper than the archer
+I'm an artisan down for bi-partisan
+'Cause everyone getting paid, see me with the freshest fade
+Charles Oakley, gecko belts and durangos
+I fuck good and make big seeds like a mango
+NFL ready, sculpted for the clay court
+Simple spaghetti shifting in the gray sport
+Suck my dick bitch real good
+Mother fuck a kid, Action Bronsolino suck my balls
+[Verse 2]
+No disrespect ma, I'm tryna eat the pussy
+Lift your legs over you head so I can taste the tushy
+King Thrust is what they call me at the hooker house
+260 pounds of pressure right in a hookers mouth
+5'7" with the ass of of a horse
+Put it in from behind its the salad I toss
+She ride me like a maniac
+Best believe the bitch a brainiac
+She known to keep a fresh shaven cat
+Milk chocolate and her eyes like the sun
+Keep a loaded 22 inside her thighs and her buns
+Her pussy lips are tight just like the box of a nun
+She'll have a fiend itchy and scratchy for rock in the slums
+Boosting in the boostiere
+I give my favorite Goose away just to get a closer look at how the juices spray
+Fucking tired can't go no more
+My raps are marinated days ahead
+Jalapeno cream cheese on the raisin bread
+That's for breakfast
+I've got a death wish you never catch Bronsolino in a necklace
+I'm on the block like tetris
+Caddy green Northstar engine
+Pecan pie seats Lord I'm a legend
+Queens shit manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pepe Lopez[Produced by Party Supplies]
+
+I got the '89 Firebird
+Guns like Wyatt Earp
+Before I do business
+I want to know the buyer's worth
+Fast forward '98, Mark McGuire shirt
+I eat dessert while your bitch flirt (Uhh)
+Ship work to a Mick out in Pittsburgh
+When you're focused, strict terms are never misheard
+Shift gears, schhherrp
+Twist Earth
+Lift the Nerf
+Shit, I got a lot of nerve
+Catch me on the run with a Nevada nurse
+Rambo knife in the Escada purse
+Lestor Diamond in the face, chase
+I'm in the gray 8
+Restaurant, I order rabbit like a Playmate
+Suede snake, crocodile silk
+Barely legal Brazilian mami all on the quilt
+I twist a bitch like Wilt, built
+I spit the shit the people feel, uhh, yeah
+
+Let me take it out to Coney Island, uhh
+Drinking 40's out in Rockaway, uhh
+Jones Beach Field 6, uhh
+Out in Deer Park, peel whips, uhh
+Flushing Meadow Park shit, uhh
+Barbecues with the Mexicans
+Get my muthafucking drink, man
+Damn, this is Bam Bam
+This is about to be some shit
+Blue Chips 2, bitch (Owwww!!!)
+We so muthafucking out here (Owwww!!!)
+I wear a bib all muthafucking day
+[Sample]
+Muthafucka, you knocked my teeth out!
+Hey, Sticks, come on!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hot Shots Part Deux[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Aye yo
+Sing with an accent
+Portuguese
+See me wiggle the Porsche keys
+Grapes, crackers, gorgeous cheese
+Shifting gears left handed at mighty morphin' speeds
+She suck me off while I torch the weed
+She throw the drug in her butt
+She hasn't shit for days
+She chill with dykes from the state right where the Mystic play
+"You got a nice white dick"
+That's what the sistas say
+Hit the switch then I switch the lane
+Dipped 66 in grey
+Lines, lines laying on my shoulder
+Olive, olive green loafs covering my toes up
+Loud, cover my clothes with that five wagon coke
+I'm doper than a salsa singer's nose
+Smoke somethin'
+
+[Verse 2: Riff Raff]
+Uh, Ruby Tuesday
+Cinderella
+Ballerina
+Import important passports
+Pasadena
+Poppin' Fendi collars might be Berry Gordy
+Pterodactyl dashboard
+Seats, prehistoric
+Dinosaur
+Money cools the heart, but can't be too rude
+Mind frame and attitude of a young Uncle Scrooge
+You roody poo's get abused
+Hulk Hogan
+Ultimate Warrior
+The eggs get boiled
+Clash of the Titans
+Conan the Destroyer
+Turn tables with the young Clark Gable
+Different mind fables
+Syrup pours like maple
+I'm watching cable
+Plus my building marble housing structure
+Prescription deductible
+Rap game Dr.Huxtable
+[Verse 3: Dana Coppafeel]
+Check it
+Yeah
+I got that Kool Keith
+That Ultramagnetic
+Rhyme force like a lama spit
+Electrifying
+Just like a Blanka hit
+They duckin' like the Gaza strip
+No worries got it covered like Islamic chicks
+I promise to body every beat
+The hunger is bottomless
+So peep game
+But they fronted so you know that we can't follow it
+It gets deep and you can tell the way
+That she swallows dick
+My brain is a lethal weapon
+Tongue projects them hollow tips
+The vision so vivid
+Feeling like you might've lived it
+But you didn't
+You bit it the minute that we delivered it
+Just admit it get the Medikit
+Break it into two like subject and predicate
+Coppa for presidentEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Barry Horowitz"His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida"
+"Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!!"
+
+[Action Bronson]
+Yeah, the Chocolatier
+Bronsalinio... yeah
+
+To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'llac
+Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back
+Ain't no "Cat in the Hat," just a cat that can rap
+This is Bronson - representing Flushing, Queens on the map
+Yeah - heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind
+Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime
+Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind
+Born to ride, winter spring summer shine
+Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide
+You don't want the revolution to be televised
+Terrorfied from the Arab mountain death camps
+With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps
+Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece
+With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief
+To the neck like a razor for the stubble
+Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah
+Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it
+Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it
+("Someone took the words to my song") {*ding ding ding*}
+
+It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back
+Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
+Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
+These old suckers gettin placed into a young urn
+Specialized like the little bus
+Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
+King Kong ain't got shit on us
+I'm out here gettin it for real while you motherfuckers filibust'
+Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
+Started at pole position, eyes on the long division
+As it burn my thumb, I roll another one
+Quite persistant, that's why they call me my mother's son
+Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
+Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
+Obey the coke king
+Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit!
+
+("Someone took the words to my song" - 2X)
+
+[Jim Ross]
+"Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+White Bronco[Intro]
+Woo, woo, ah
+Woo, yeah, yeah
+Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh
+Yuh
+
+[Verse]
+Yeah, it’s true, the Lamborghini truck light blue (True)
+The shotty down my leg and we stuck like glue (true)
+My shorty like, “Damn, nobody fuck like you” (Ay, no)
+One love to my uptown crew
+This new shit swing like Tiger at the Masters (Uh huh)
+Man, I don't fuck with none of these bastards (None of 'em)
+I'm like a fucking father to these bastards (Uh)
+Shut the fuck up and eat your pudding (Pudding)
+Twenty alligators died for this shit I put my foot in (Foot in)
+You barely got your footing, everything I did, they said I couldn't (Uh)
+Now it's middle finger up with the hoodie (Uh)
+Eyes dumb low blowing goodie goodie (Uh)
+Baklava, bestseller (True)
+How we celebrate? Went to 125 and bought a red leather (Another fact)
+Man, your boy is on another planet
+He just sitting in the whip by himself bumping Janet
+Rhythm Nation, living life without no limitations (Uh)
+Tryna have enough money that'll fill the basement (Please)
+And enough drugs to fill my face with
+And enough to give the M6 a facelift (Damn)
+Turn that motherfucker to a spaceship (Woo, yup)
+All these women calling me Taye Diggs (Uh, woo, yup)
+It's me (Yeah, yup, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+[Outro]
+And I'm just out here living my best life (It's true, oh shit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+And I'm just out here living my best life (Yeah, uh, uh huh, whatever, yeah)
+And I'm just out here living my best life (Uh, whatever, whatever, whatever)
+But somebody always tryna fuck it upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Chairman’s Intent[Intro]
+Yeah (You don't even know me)
+Yeah, yeah, ah (You don't even know me)
+Ah-ha (You don't even know me)
+It's me, yeah (You don't even know me)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
+Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
+Fuck that shit, you ain't hot like Prince
+You got a little shine, but not like this
+Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
+All from what I did last summer?
+But motherfuckers forget, till I'm back up on the set
+And every motherfucking jump shot wet
+Same outfit every day like a cartoon (That's me!)
+Uh, they'll never find you in a shark soup (Nope)
+And there will never be a part two
+Shit, you're looking at some motherfucking art, boo
+
+[Verse 2]
+Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Lawrence Taylor
+Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor (Mwah!)
+I got the soul of an Amazon healer
+Better be sure to put them cameras on (Please)
+Turn dreams into real shit
+Yeah, I might be sick
+Sitting court side, I'm likely lit
+Draw blood, I'm already made (Uh)
+But little man will cut your face like wedding cake (Aaah!)
+[Chorus]
+You don't even know me
+You don't even know me
+You don't even know me
+You don't even know me
+
+[Bridge]
+Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!)
+Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!)
+Watch the fifth wheel fall
+From this top floor view, I can see it all
+Yeah, man
+From this top floor view, I can see it all
+I can see it all, uh
+
+[Verse 3]
+I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table (Phenomenal!)
+Uh, that shit was shining like an angel (Whoo!)
+I never trust a dude named Angel (Nah)
+Long steel 4/5s turn him to an angel
+The sky opened up and down came me
+Young AB, floatin' in a Jag from the '80s (Uh)
+Tanned like I just left Haiti (Uh)
+Looking like I had mad plastic surgery (Aaah! Damn)
+They turned Bam Bam Chinese
+And that's fine by me (True)
+Shit, I need some time to realign my chi (So?)
+So bitch, please pass that bombazee
+Before I get upset
+[Chorus]
+You don't even know me
+You don't even know me
+You don't even know me
+You don't even know meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Galactic Love[Intro]
+Do me a favor, with that, light the candle
+Is that the Hawaiian Rayman?
+Aight I get the same one every single time, I don't understand this
+
+[Verse 1]
+At the piano with a glass of pinot
+All red silk like I'm Nino
+Custom made shit, I weight 140 kilos
+Sneeze on 100G's, hoes on their knees blow from Montego
+The way my hair look you swear my name was Rodrigo
+Lay low, if you can't do it then just say no
+If you ain't built to play this game then you get halo'd
+I put a lot of fiends in k-holes
+[Skit 1]
+Hello
+Hi
+What's up mama?
+I just watched  perform
+How do you feel about it?
+They ain't you baby hahaha, you're better than all these shit heads
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm just a bastard with a bad habit
+Bad back in a black Volkswagen Rabbit
+Shit I gotta have it
+Black magic woman put a spell on me
+Fuck around and win a spelling bee
+I could walk under ladders, still win the lotto
+Ten minutes flat, built a boat in a bottle
+Roy Rogers bathroom, sniffin' coke with a model
+Told her to Google me, shit I might paint the Cougar green
+All this lechuga in my jeans
+I still see Freddy Kruger in my dreams
+Ain't nothin' moving but the cream
+Shit, know I do it for team
+[Skit 2]
+I just wanna hear em announce your name, that's all I care about
+How's your knee?
+My knee is... It's not bad these past few days
+You been alright?
+
+[Verse 3]
+That's all I care about
+Took a meeting up at Paramount
+Typecast as a romantic lead
+I'm classically trained for drug dealing
+But I wasn't good at drug dealing
+So I flipped shit, rug, ceiling
+Dry water, five daughters all stood 5'4"
+Or got 5 quarters for the store
+
+[Outro]
+Fuck knows what I'm saying anymore mane, my mind is shot, been working so motherfuckin' hard
+So I'm bout to light this motherfuckin' dab up
+Til the next time, peaceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+9-24-7000[Intro 1]
+Why are we letting things in the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our neural wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a-a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will, see 'cause scrip-ahaha…
+
+[Intro 2: Action Bronson]
+Shit, sweep you off your feet
+Like Ryu in the corner
+Shit, man, haha
+Smooth, man
+I'm a fuckin' smooth mover, uh
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo, if I didn't say it's me, you would probably think it's Sting
+My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
+I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
+Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder, fuck the bullshit
+November rain came the same day
+My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
+Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
+Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two Kamalas
+Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
+Come home and hit the pool hall
+I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas
+Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
+It's me, man
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+I'm the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
+Wisdom from the old heads, you ain't gettin' no head
+You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows
+You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes
+Dawg, I hit the best of 'em, motherfuck the rest of 'em
+Well, now I'm nestled in the Tesla eatin' pretzels, huh?
+I should probably put a wetsuit on
+I'll be right back…
+[Interlude: Rick Ross]
+Young Renzel, line two
+Young A.B., I got this you dig?
+Yeah, yo (Maybach music)
+
+[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
+I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches
+Skippin' school bitches, cookin' me food bitches
+All my niggas down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnickens
+Got a few tickets for bitches who truly digged us
+College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics
+Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
+Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
+Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
+Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
+As I open my eyes, surprised by seven figures
+Baking soda required, decided drug dealin'
+Residents is divided amongst the feds and children
+Let him keep totin' drugs if he willin' to plead guilty
+The star state witness, they'll hit you up for that selfie
+Dro can only help me, Backwood and I'm healthy
+I'm the label owner, I'm the only one can shelf me
+Biggest (Maybach music) boss
+
+[Outro]
+Why are we letting things in the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our neural wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a-a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will, see 'cause scrip-ahaha…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+5 Minute Beats 1 Take Raps[Verse One]
+Five minute beats, one take raps
+No false stories of my gunplay stats
+Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat
+Hand-craft the music, rhymes stay acoustic
+Pies and Thighs on my mind all the time, roll the lime
+Fuck rap I was class with my bus pass
+Early nineties Tom Selleck with the moustache
+Your eyes are blind to the diamond in the rough
+Needle in the hay, charismatic character, far from amateur
+Spider senses so I'm scanning the parameter
+Straight from scrubs so my uncle is a janitor
+Love my Mother, hate a motherfucker, hate a piece o' shit, hate a cocksucker
+Stand beside me motherfucker you're my brother
+Came from different pussies but we share the same supper
+
+[Hook]
+Five minute beats, one take raps
+No false stories of my gunplay stats
+Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat
+Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat
+
+[Verse Two]
+West Palm Beach betting on a dog race
+Bitch with me big titties and a small waist
+Pistol noise, shiftin' in a Hitler toy
+Kick shit, young Ruud van Nistelrooy
+Eating brisket, chilling at the bris
+Knuckles like I punch walls metal in the fist
+Smoking seven kinds of pepper and shit
+Veteran shit, give Melissa Etheridge a dick
+Stroke pussy like a cat lover
+My kids are mixed that means they got a black Mother
+And their Father's a G
+Strictly Oolong on the tea, the shirt straight from '93, man with the ski
+Peace to lo-lives Brooklyn, smart crew Queens
+Sharp tooth fiends in the chartreuse jeans
+Old Girbaud shit, pockets in the front
+Waist 33, odd sizes out of Marshalls
+[Hook]
+Five minute beats, one take raps
+No false stories of my gunplay stats
+Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat
+Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat
+Kid, Queens shit, Blue Chips shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Flip YaIntro
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Live
+Stare in the mirror I'm a changed man
+Never, I'm just executing my game plan
+Shit, I'm crunching numbers just like a rain man
+And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand
+I snap the button on the driving gloves
+Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug
+I probably die from drugs or while I'm fucking
+Fuck it, as long as she suck dick
+You see me with a bitch like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives
+Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb
+Staring at the crescent while I'm laying on my back
+Smokin' drug, you know the potent one
+Put a half ounce of the crystal in the asshole of a shih tzu
+Twist your bitch too, like Brazilian jujitsu
+When I marry, cop a shower room that shits two
+Sell your pussy if I called and had my chips, boo
+It's Bam Bam and I'm feeling like my time is here, to take the world over
+Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl's shoulder, then have a cold soda
+If you ain't with me roll over
+
+[Verse 2: Retchy P (Retch)]
+My mind marinate in drug sauce
+The private driver's name is Gustaf
+The cuff links is like a slut's cough
+So disgusting, english muffin
+With the butter at the Yiddish luncheon
+With my pimpish cousin
+He sport the slick-back clean
+And I inquired howd he get that
+Paused and said a bitch is a bitch
+I twist the spliff while I sit in the six
+The classic LO sweaters sit on the prince
+Thumbs in the belt loop, as i pose for the pic
+My boyish element, I blessed your residence with elegance
+Turning entire rooms into elephants
+Stepped in the building
+The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey
+Ferrari cake at the party
+Wheeled in by Steve Harvey
+He had the freshest line in the building
+He stunted on mine, it was my party
+And he tarnished my shine  got mad and had him escorted out
+"Vincent, get 'im outta my sight"
+And Missy Elliot had started a fight
+Busta Rhymes was on a molly
+From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body
+Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me
+Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house
+Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out
+He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat
+I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely
+I rock the Jordan sole that's kinda icy
+My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey
+NiggahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Let Me Breathe[Intro]
+Like the way it sounds, Fraudy?
+Uh, yeah, yeah
+Just let me breathe for a minute, man
+Just let me breathe
+Just let me breathe for a minute, man
+(You already know it's me, man)
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+(You already know it's me, man)
+Just let me breathe
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's too hot, drop the top off the wagon (Uh)
+Lay back, blowing fire like dragon (Poof!)
+Man, I'm flying past Saturn (Uh)
+Fuck outta here like I ain't that savage
+(No, no, no, no)
+Two Uzis and a rifle (Woo!)
+It's like I'm at the studio with Michael (Michael Jackson)
+You can hear me dancing on the beat (Uh)
+Bam Bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh
+Hundred Latins in your lobby (What?)
+That's what happens when you fuck around with Body (Body)
+Uh, and I put that on my mami (It's on my mami)
+I would never give my heart to a thotty (Never!)
+If I could just make a dance that goes with this song (Uh)
+Then I'ma be on (So on)
+Basic bitches gon' dance to it (Everywhere)
+Basic bitches everywhere gon' dance to it (Everywhere)
+[Chorus]
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+Just let me breathe for a minute, man
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
+
+[Bridge]
+You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
+Shake that shit
+Shake that shit
+You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
+Shake that shit
+Shake it
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got two shows, I'm about to pitch another
+Throwing alley oops to my brothers (Curry!)
+We all shine, nobody victims (No)
+Armani sweatsuit pimping (Uh)
+Black Pippens (Uh)
+I swag different (Uhh)
+That's why the money in the bag different (Different)
+Come up short, you'll have your motherfuckin' fam missing (Gone)
+I lay on beaches and swerve in whips (Uh)
+You ain't servin' shit, you just an urban myth (Woo!)
+Every day get fleek (Fleek)
+Riding around Queens on a jetski, it's me (You know it's me!)
+Everyday get high (High)
+'Til the day I die
+Everyday get high
+Man I roll that shit (Shit)
+And I smoke that shit
+Honey bouncin' up and down (Down)
+She nearly broke my dick (My dick)
+She nearly broke my dick (My dick, my dick)
+[Chorus]
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+Just let me breathe for a minute, man
+Just let me breathe for a minute
+White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+City Boy Blues[Produced by 88 Keys]
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson (Chauncey Sherod)]
+On this dark old road, tryna find my way
+I'm sick and I'm tired of games people play
+(Singing I'm tired of games people play)
+No 808, I'm barely standing
+Leave me for dead with that gun in your hand (gun in your hand)
+Now I got no soul, it was taken a long time ago
+(It was taken a long time ago)
+I've given my life to a stranger, that sleeps by my side at night
+Look in her eyes, I see danger, and man is this shining bright
+
+[Bridge: Action Bronson]
+She won't think twice, to hurt me
+She won't think twice, to hurt me
+She won't think twice, to hurt me
+She won't think twice
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+She only wants money my money
+She only wants money my money
+She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
+She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
+
+[Reprise: Action Bronson (Chauncey Sherod)]
+On this dark old road, tryna find my way
+I'm singing, I'm tired of games people play
+(Singing I'm tired of games people play)
+No 808, I'm barely standing
+Leave me for dead with that gun in your hand (gun in your hand)
+Now I got no soul, it was taken a long time ago
+(It was taken a long time ago)
+I've given my life to a stranger, that sleeps by my side at night
+Look in her eyes, I see danger, and man is this shinning bright
+[Bridge: Action Bronson]
+She won't think twice, to hurt me
+She won't think twice, to hurt me
+She won't think twice, to hurt me
+She won't think twice
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+She only wants money my money
+She only wants money my money
+She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
+She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
+
+She only wants money from me, love from somebody else
+She only wants money from me, love from somebody elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heel ToeLa Musica De Harry Fraud
+[Intro]
+Yeah, Irv (huh?)
+Put a thousand on the grey dog (Which one, over there?)
+I like that one (Alright)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare ya
+To come and take this, find you in a basement naked
+Plus it's rainin'
+She took a sniff, now she dancin' like she Usher Raymond
+See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons
+Seat colors Sanaa Lathan, kinda resembles fried bacon
+I shoot at your crew, put the spoon inside the Tiramisu
+As I sat there looking cute in a suit
+Shit I made it cool
+To be yourself again without nobody helpin' em
+What is that velvet?
+Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist
+All these fuckin' demons that infest the kid
+This be that shit that your grandfather's invested in
+Dad's back, your new shit I had that
+My new bitch is half black, Bimmer made the hatchback
+I'm havin' flashbacks of razors in the ass crack
+Hundred thousand dollars all in ones inside the trash bag
+A bunch of fiends, I'm havin' lunch in Queens
+A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees
+I'm at the garden sittin' Indian style, that means I'm on the floor
+My skin is shinin' like it's Armor All
+Freak bitches like a carnival
+Bitch I stay on the boat just like a barnacle
+I don't talk to no sons so bring your father through
+And I was born in December, paint the Impala blue
+Bitch it's gettin' cold, huh
+[Hook]
+She sniff blow, did the heel toe
+Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
+For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
+Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough
+
+[Verse 2]
+Hang out the window of my sports car I'm listenin' to Prince
+Bitch from Berlin is blowin' me behind the tints
+Doves cried, then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye
+Eyes still in the mirror lookin' for one time
+When we were younger used to play in parks
+Now my hunger got me drivin' European sharks
+Lay in lofts, paint the hall a light Chilean moss
+Shit I stay on the porch, lightin' a torch up like headlights on the Porsche
+Tan coupin', work tanner than Cam Newton
+Hand crafted Lands snoozin'
+Susan, boufin' balloons in, shorty from Oahaxa
+Husband back in México, cross this out his lock
+Check came in it was $3500 just on the stomach
+Imagine what we spent on weapons
+And I have our bitch draped up in leopard
+Joints filled up with pepper
+I'm straight from Queens mother fucker, what you reppin'
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 3]
+My bitch gallop like a tan deer
+Stealin' outfits? from the Tangiers
+I been a man here so many damn years
+You see that plane, it lands here
+You see that drop, that's to drive me away, I'm wearin' cashmere
+Pink champagne spillin' down the glass again
+I swear just one more score baby we cashin' in
+Me and money got a good rapport
+I shot the cuban whore, papi met his maker in the humidor
+Dove off the boat with the briefcase, no police chase
+Then I went and had a cheesesteak from Ishkabibbles
+Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one arm like Richard Kimble
+Bitch I've been the symbol
+Bitch I've been the symbol
+Bitch I've been the symbol
+Bitch I've been the symbol
+Bitch I've been the symbol
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ron Simmons[Verse 1]
+Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave
+Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate
+Parmesan crisp, we wildin' in Marea
+Doing all the drugs off of Pico and Labrea
+Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers
+Brock Fetch Polaroids
+Bitches named Inga
+Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singin
+Hash between my butt cheeks, hookers in the plush suite
+Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread
+Move cocaine out of Spokane, I got no shame
+Spit the propane, relieve you of your gold chain
+Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name
+Hazelnut spread, banana on the bread
+Treat you like a shark, put the hammer on your head
+Mock neck sweaters, Alpaca on the threads
+Fat black leathers. Leave your body in the shed
+Damn
+
+[Hook]
+
+Ron Simmons
+Peace to motherfucking Iceland
+Ron Simmons
+Ron Simmons
+Ron, Ron Simmons
+Ron Simmons
+
+[Verse 2]
+Damn, your fucking with a pro kid
+No triple A I went straight up to the show, kid
+While You can catch me out in Spain on the coast, dick
+Don't ever say my fucking music sound like Ghost shit
+Born alone, stood strong for half of fifty
+Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi
+Old and sweaty, motherfucker shit the bed
+They crying in the corner while their shorty give me head
+Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes
+Old grapes in the glasses she suck me while I'm flaccid
+Every summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake Placid
+Dabble then pass it, don't ever babble or get blasted
+Bitches ass to ass, double dildos made of plastic
+Remain classic with all this flash inside the pan shit
+Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers, never land bitch
+
+Damn, we never land bitch
+Yeah, we never land bitch
+Kinda high, never land bitch
+But you can see me eatin Lamb, bitch
+DamnEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bonzai[Intro]
+My life, my life
+Yeah
+
+[Verse]
+It's been a minute but your boy back with it
+Time to enjoy my chicken (Uh)
+Motherfucker, this is big business
+My product bangin' like a baked biscuit (Yeah)
+Daddy back with his long white Cadillac
+Now it's time to take a nappy-nap (Yup)
+I'm so chill, it's like I'm in a circle playing hacky-sack
+Embroidered dragon on the satin jacket, bastard
+I'm always eatin' dinner
+Still got the body of a swimmer and I don't like winter no more
+You can catch me where the grass is greener
+Blastin' Aaliyah (Uh)
+Sleep with amethysts around the bed
+Quartz go around my head like a force field
+Open portals to the stars and it's all real (Yeah, and it's all real, yeah)
+Open portals to the stars and it's all real
+Now I'm layin' in the bed naked
+My chick said I look like Kevin Bacon (For real)
+I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not but I'll take it
+Three dice in my hand, I might as well shake it (Head crack)
+Mommy needs a kitchen set
+She off the boat, she don't even know The Simpsons yet (That's crazy)
+Told her, "Baby, you ain't livin' yet" (That's crazy!)
+Nah, you ain't livin' yet
+I might hang off the side of the mountain to trim a bonsai (Uh)
+Perfect 10 on the swan dive, uh (Uh)
+I could never do no wrong in my mom's eyes
+Damn, time flies, and it don't wait for no one (Nobody)
+Crash the Benz, buy a new one
+And get my baby one too 'cause she a true one
+I'll get the red, you get the blue one (Yeah)
+I rolled up and then I blew one and she did too, uh
+[Outro: ?]
+Seen Tom Hardy on the street a few weeks ago
+Tom Hardy knew what a real cowboy was
+Jimmy Page and Led Zeppelin
+Were the last ones with this much sauceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tapas[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yeah my sole purpose/Long hair, speak Turkish
+Twisted sisters out like the UniverSoul Circus
+About to cop the crib furnished
+Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace
+Quattro fromage
+Big plate look like a lobster collage
+I'm on the art and the food scene
+Fuck rap, laying back, eating poutine
+Matter of fact, couple raps will make a coupe lean
+While you see me in the shorts all weather
+Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk
+Rockaway smelling like Georgi
+Ready for orgies, slightly retarded
+Breading the porgy
+20 seconds dead in the forty
+All this money to be gotten
+Hailin' from the rotten
+Scotch make it neat, no socks on the feet
+When I'm stepping the loafer Creamy like the robiola
+Guaranteed I'm getting box like an old controller
+Baby momma catching cases
+High speed chases
+Fiends rocking the ID bracelets
+You only live once, so fuck if I'mma waste it
+I'm in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste it
+Yeah, make cheese like the fromagia
+Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars
+Daddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin Gaye
+Keep the Dodge, I want the '87 Saab in gray
+[Verse 2]
+Stuff a shorty like the man a gut
+Light tan on the shoe like banana nut
+Strong odor off the weed like your grandma's butt
+No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt
+But I'm known to eat expensive lunches
+From the farm right to the table
+Aired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relate
+Figs at the peak of their ripeness
+Money off this music, motherfucker I like this
+So cut the check
+
+[Verse 3]
+Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
+Floating in the water, north of North Dakota
+Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection
+Pussy like a leather jacket
+Been to hell and back
+They tried to sell me back, but they couldn't
+Hookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc Gooden
+“tapas up for grabs so fuck it, then why wouldn’t
+Bronson be the one coming through with the gold beltEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jackson & Travolta[Intro]
+Where all the good songs have gone
+WCBS FM
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Rocking all green outfits, the budder look like Sun Chips
+Suck my son's dick, we in the street like a bum's shit
+Bury me on Kissena I'm riding low like a centipede in the Beamer
+Million-dollar belt, precious facial features
+Acid in the fucking headband, get the bedpan
+I'm shitting on myself, and you're the one who gotta clean it
+While I lay there, just to get some Ray-Bans? Shit
+800 dollars just for play pants
+Don't try to touch me with those AIDs hands
+Raise my performance fee to 80 grand
+Hipster bitches, they pussy smell like seitan
+I'm glad I ate lamb
+
+[Interlude: Action Bronson]
+Smoke something
+Got me fucking…got me hot in here, man
+Fuck, bitch, ah
+Shit, yo
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+The kid caught herpes from the Rabbi
+Yacob from 165, with the bad eye
+Drug deal transportation was a cab ride
+Displayed on the mantle was a brass lion
+Mass from Ireland, give you a casket to lie up in
+While an Asian man play the violin
+He was taught from age 2, never miss a note
+Brought his sister in the bathroom to shit the coke out
+I cop the Audi with the poke out
+700 thousand dollars at the smokehouse
+Drugs in my lungs…ah, fuck
+[Bridge]
+Fast money 'til we die, peep the resume
+Hang-glide into the boat, get my cheddar notes
+Keep the shotty in the leather coat
+Motherfucker, better know
+Fast money 'til we die, peep the resume
+Hang-glide into the boat, get my cheddar notes
+Keep the shotty in the leather coat
+Motherfucker, better know
+
+[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
+Many nights I shot dice in the drug den
+My raps permeate from a thug's pen, and love when
+I think about my purpose in life, keep soft mouths slurping precise
+These bitches love us
+We named Pit Bulls after hard liquor (Hennessy!)
+Turn the knife in the wound, make it scar thicker
+Shit, we still wear jean shorts
+Veteran, playing these mean sports
+What up Dab?
+This ain't boom bap, homie it's doom rap
+And your career shit couldn't compare with
+Bronsoline and Laurenivici, write fly rhymes and sky dive from Mount Fiji
+That's word to my parachute
+Old money still flows, last chapter loot
+Firearms and novelty beverages
+Keep drama riddled with hemorrhages
+We good thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s Me[Intro]
+Fucking wax man
+What is this doing to us?
+
+[Verse]
+Heading towards a magical path
+Rhyming over African jazz
+Put the drug inside the crack of my ass
+Do a squat then it falls out
+Set it off, tell my whore, "Wear the mall out
+Cop whatever, put it on the mastercard
+Come home so I can fuck you really fast and hard"
+(Yo who the fuck you with?) Oh, I'm with that bastard Jon
+In the Porsche and the seats are made of mastodon
+He had an accident and now he got a plastic arm
+Got paid, got his mom a nail salon
+Got laid, he can choose 'em from a catalogue
+Russian, Taiwanese, whatever
+They say I'm looking Siamese in leather
+Little red devil on the dresser
+Writing red pencil on the letter
+Thin slices of the cheddar
+Fold it up make my life better
+We had the lunch at Osteria Morini
+I had the calf's brain
+Half glass of Cabernet on the PATH train
+New year they still love me for my past fame
+Like a soccer player call me by my last name
+A young Zinedine Zidane
+In Flushing Meadow Park drinking hennessy with mom
+You might catch me out in Tennessee with wine
+Won't even dine unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan
+[Outro]
+Fly away
+Shit, won't even dine
+Unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan
+
+[Phil Mickleson Enbrel commercial]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+La Luna[Intro: Action Bronson & Unknown person/Answering machine]
+Yo, yo, I need a car. I have to go to the garden. I'm gonna be late. I need one right now. Can you please call La Luna?
+Alright
+(Phone ringing) Hello. You've reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services. If you need a ride to the airport call 1-800 [?] airport. Please hold
+Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that shit is funky, what is that? Yo, what beat is that?
+It's from the phone
+Could rhyme on this. Oh, hell yeah, hahah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Came out the pussy wearing Timbs
+Oh, my lord, it's him
+Time to put the toys back in the bin
+'Cause I'm sick of this shit
+Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick
+And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least
+I'ma say my peace
+And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats
+Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep
+On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me
+Asian shooter with the blonde hair, Street Fighter character
+Fuck around and suplex 'em through the salad bar
+My life is greenlit, no script
+And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit
+Bitch, I'm focused like none other, the number one Don Dada
+Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him
+Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing
+Mind blown
+[Interlude]
+A customer representative will be with you shortly. Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes? Seven minutes. Call 1-800-80…
+
+[Verse 2]
+Your shit lack quality
+I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery
+My first joint was like an odyssey
+The second joint straight raw like the shaman's feet
+Climbed the stairs to the sun
+Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son
+Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close
+To another thousand years, here's a toast (clink)
+Champagne drippin' down the beard hair
+Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood
+Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good
+Now
+
+[Outro]
+(Uh)
+(Rock-a-bye baby, yeah)
+(Rock-a-bye baby, uh-huh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Arts & Leisure[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
+Yo, brown Napoleon Dynamite, white Dolemite
+Sho' Ya Right, Holy Moly, totally tight
+White America, good morning Erykah
+Badu, where are you at?
+Allahu Akbar, do that, do that, do that
+Do-do that that that
+Do do do, do do that
+Do that, show that, pro-black, pro-brown
+Down, round, getting down, down
+Yippee-kai-yai-yay, it's a showdown
+Girls say chill, you ain't too cool to be nice to boo-boo
+You right, you right, you right, true, true
+Sorry if I'm acting too cuckoo
+All the zoom zoom got me acting like there's flowers in my doo doo
+I'mma roll the dice for some new shoes
+If that don't work then, boo hoo
+At least you couldn't say I never grew two
+If I can't win, then it's lose-lose
+Do it for the kids like Blue's Clues
+Choo-choo-choose to be
+Half-asshole, half-bashful
+Uh, give me like half a glass full
+Or maybe a quarter that
+I'm like a black quarterback
+In the motherfucking... oh shit, bobbing, ducking
+Weaving, passing and running
+Passing and running, passing and running
+Like a caravan
+Um, wait, what was it?
+I don't even know, buddy
+Exactly
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+As my grandma knits the sweater
+Chickens with the cheddar
+Timbos and yarmulkes, you ain't in my genre
+Bitch, blow me: harmonica
+Arts and leisure, peace to Jon Caramanica
+Sam Sifton rate the plate that we feasting on
+I jerk my penis off at the precinct, dog
+Since a youth, all proposals been indecent, dog
+Sense of humor so I'm down for a comedic song
+Rub my dick like my zipper when I walk
+Touch of Down's Syndrome, flip it when she talks
+Gums are purple, teeth monkey
+Her look is mix with streetwalker and a junkieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Latin Grammys[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aah-ooh)
+
+[Chorus]
+I might not be able to touch my toes
+But I will still fuck these hoes
+I might not be able to touch my toes
+But I will still fuck these hoes
+
+[Verse 1]
+You take steps to get to the sex, I just flex (Aha)
+Like Lex, dance moves with the pecs (Aha, pecs)
+It be like, "Damn, that man smooth like a Corvette"
+Vroom vroom through the set, who's next to get suplexed?
+Suplex City, bitch
+Suplex City, bitch (Ha)
+Suplex City, bitch (Ha)
+Suplex City, bitch
+You know the vibe, your boy been immortalized
+Yellow M5 glide like water slide (Oh, so true)
+Black trench like the ‘taker (You know me)
+Black tint so they can’t make us (The fucking Undertaker)
+I fly the plane better than Tom Cruise
+Drive cars like Dale Sr. with my feet up
+Lotus pose like Shiva on the floor
+For the fight with my seat next to Jeter
+I told that motherfucker roll the weed up, please
+[Chorus]
+I might not be able to touch my toes
+But I will still fuck these hoes
+
+[Verse 2]
+My new shit, Only for Dolphins
+Then let the slammer off like Dolph Lundgren
+You know the Bronco starts howling once the light dims
+And he ain't stoppin' 'til the night ends
+So go ahead with your pitty pat
+My swimming trunks hold fifty racks
+Don't make me hit you with the Diddy dance
+I carved a hundred skulls into the handle of the mini-Mac
+Your boy keeps acid in his sack, daddy
+Been hot since miggity, miggity, miggity mac daddy
+And that’s a long time
+And I could care less what them motherfuckers sayin’
+And that’s no lie
+Bitch, I’m living la vida loca
+Yellow grove, figaro, choke me
+Laughing in the mirror like the Joker with the Oakleys
+My whole team out for dead presidents like Bokeem
+It’s young baklava, you know me, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I might not be able to touch my toes
+But I will still fuck these hoes
+I might not be able to touch my toes
+But I will still fuck these hoes
+Yeah, I might not be able to touch my toes
+But I will still fuck these hoes
+I might not be able to touch my toes
+But I will still fuck these hoes
+[Outro]
+Yeah
+Bam bam, baklavizzy
+Flushing, Queens shit (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
+Seventy, seventyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Seven Series Triplets[Intro]
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Uh-huh, yeah, yo
+Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart
+Love is a privilege and you better play your part
+Don't wanna leave it to the lawyers breath
+Snap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer steps
+Wishing you were a boy again
+Late night stand on the roof, smoke a newp
+Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose
+Three different colors on the goose with the boots
+Maryland College basketball suits
+I drive the 525 made in '95
+Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikaze
+Right arm hang out the window while I steer left
+Near death, slam into a deer's chest
+Lights out for a second, but I'm back
+Hopped up like a karate master
+Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin
+Come out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it
+Queens
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in
+Head shots real precise like a surgeon
+I see your heart beating through your shirt, nervous
+Nigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave in
+Wow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yet
+This nigga done got so scared he took a shit
+Then I swerved in some low key wheels
+And go about my business like it never happened, chill
+For reals, pop a couple pills
+Cup a drink, come to think about it I feels
+Like turning up the rap, ignorant, loud
+Like this weed that I smoke, make a thick, yellow cloud
+Perpetual payday, my money don't vacay
+I'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazy
+You could only imagine
+But you could never fathom my intelligence, I get at em
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Oh shit, it's real like that, right y'all?
+Word up man, pledge allegiance man
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be 'suing niggas
+You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas
+And my money, I'm collecting and I'm stepping
+Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon
+Hungry and angry and I'm savagery, but still
+More your majesty, wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it
+And I'm gon' keep you rich, so chill
+Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots
+Death is our game plan, new playing bullets
+Come in spray cans, write graffiti all on your vest
+Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy
+He the best of it, put it right there, you get a check
+Slang prostitution, it's prohibition
+When we move shit, this is what some niggas suggest
+I suggest war, and clout the fake niggas
+They could move out, take no chance, you never know, ya'll
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homies
+You sit around this, you sit around the best
+With gold forks and all that, word up
+Y'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come
+You know what it is man, it's automaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hot Pepper[Dialogue: Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren, Jah Tiger and local man]
+A: I'm hungry, man
+L: Hey, it's the DJ
+A: This is the DJ?
+L: Yeah
+J: [?] vibrate, Haile Selassie, y'know … this is 2011, Caribbean magazine, maybe you know him
+A: Aaah, that's the guy
+J: Yes
+M: We wanna hear you live, talk– let's hear somethin'
+J: Come on, come on, come on
+
+[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Bridge: Action Bronson]
+I'm steppin' in hotter this year
+I'm steppin' in hotter this year
+I'm steppin' in hotter this year
+I'm steppin' in hotter this year
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yeah, it's me
+Yo, these queers tryna rock me to sleep (Never)
+But the show got a line
+Around five blocks, read it and weep (Bitch)
+Shit, I'm unexplained like a lot of things (What?)
+If I see it and I want it, I'ma get it baby, ba-da-bing (Bing)
+No doors on my jeep (Nope)
+That's the case, I had to jump out
+And Stacey Dash on police (Yo, I'm out! Yo, I'm out!)
+I shoulda tried out for the Chiefs, damn (Uh)
+A Hall of Famer at the least, damn (Uh)
+This train won't stop, so my chick won't top (Nope)
+I'm bouncing down the block in that '62 drop ('62 drop)
+I'm so sincere, man, I shit you not (I shit you not)
+I'm qualified to speak for my attorneys
+Address the jury in a Shaq jersey (The black one)
+This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix (Yeah)
+I think I'll fuck around and throw Aladdin on the remix (Yeah)
+You can never score a point against my defense (No)
+For many years, my mind been going off the deep end
+Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball
+You get turned into a taco (Mmm)
+Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco
+(Hey, Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis?)
+Like I said, they'll never find you in a pot roast (Never)
+Uh, they'll never find you in a pot roast
+[Bridge: Action Bronson]
+I'm steppin' in hotter this year
+I'm steppin' in hotter this year
+
+[Chorus: Jah Tiger]
+When the sun don't shine no more
+And the rain keep bubbling down
+And it can't exsolve the pain
+Baby, you can call my name
+When the sun don't shine no more
+And the rain keep bubbling down
+And it can't exsolve the pain
+Baby, you can call my name
+
+[Verse 2: Mayhem Lauren]
+Yo, yeah, yo
+Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces
+Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists
+Three's basic, forty-five colors on the Coogi
+You see me but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father
+Up in Saks bustin' down racks
+We out in Bal Harbour, certified
+Looking like I'm powerin' appliance
+Beefin' over money that can sour an alliance
+Infused EVOO, sitting in the cabinet
+Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet
+Outfits, controversial like I'm Russell Westbrook
+Code name Lorraine, 'bout to hit you with a left hook
+And fuck these old niggas actin' like they made us
+We superceded everything they did so now they hate us
+Take a look at my life, 'cause I'm historical
+You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal
+I'm the type to look up continents and then explore a few
+Splash Disaronno in the coffee
+This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary
+Every Gucci hoodie that's out, you couldn't style with me
+Creamed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through
+Easy 'fore we up in the spot, I might blind you
+Shit
+[Chorus: Jah Tiger]
+When the sun don't shine no more
+And the rain keep bubbling down
+And it can't exsolve the pain
+Baby, you can call my name
+When the sun don't shine no more
+And the rain keep bubbling down
+And it can't exsolve the pain
+Baby, you can call my name
+Baby, you can call my name
+
+[Outro: Action Bronson and Jah Tiger]
+That's how you perform under pressure
+Just cameras and stuff like that, and this man just went in there and knocked it out!
+Rastafari, mon, Haile Selassie, monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blue Chips[Intro]
+[Ed Axley] “I gotta ask this question or I wouldn’t be doing my job...
+Would you care to comment on the rumor that you arranged for an automobile to be purchased for (Action Bronson)?"
+[Pete Bell] “You know- You know, Ed, you just gotta get your mind out of the gutter
+You know, you- you just gotta start thinking straight
+I mean, it’s right there in front of you
+For Christ’s sake it wasn’t an automobile, I mean, it was a fully loaded Lexus!”
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fifty large
+Sitting sipping vichyssoise
+Silk robes
+Pepper on the pasta
+Cheeses from Lazio
+Pussy mi carpaccio
+Lightly dressed
+Hairy like a Viking’s chest
+Bobby Bacala
+Hopping out the Saab
+Chris Hansen
+Dancin’ in a Swiss mansion
+Shorty gorgeous
+Daddy keep the wrist handsome
+Old Impalas
+Keep them jumping like they Steve Francis
+Need a Carhartts
+Like Dykstra with the car wash
+Young Tarbash
+Higher than a Star Fox
+Monday morning
+Caught her back end with the arm slot
+Twenty years
+Probably catch me with the pony tail
+Borsch polish
+Sipping out the holy grail
+Tear-away pants
+Prince Rogers Nelson
+We father figures
+Famous like DiMaggio
+You can tell a tranny by the neck
+Catch me in Solana with the bow and arrow
+Roasting marrow
+Lacoste Sailboat
+Tying hookers to the railroad
+Doctor Zizmor
+On the N train, Astoria-bound
+Celino and Barnes
+Trying to get the paper right
+[Verse 2]
+Trying to get the paper right
+Guy Fieri shirt
+Long pinky nail
+Nose numb
+Earing with the feather
+Every hooker’s name is Heather
+The Marlboro hat
+The Newport windbreakers
+Ne-Yo mixtape cover
+Straight from the Aqueduct
+Black Acura
+Imported straight from Africa
+White tigers
+Thousand-dollar spatula
+Panzanella
+Salad with the bread
+Big retard sleep with
+Towels on the bed
+Blue chips with the championship
+Plus the Lexus
+Weed smell like disinfectant
+Fucking bitches pregnant
+Stroller from Stockholm
+Nanny from Haiti
+Boyz II Men posters
+Gladys Knight fried chicken
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Thug Love Story 2017: The Musical (Interlude)Action Bronson: "What was that one you were telling me about the other evening, you were singin' about the sister in the street gang?"
+
+L.E.S Ezra :  "Uh you're talkin' about... damn... say some words that I... I got so much shit."
+
+Bronson: "...Lost in the street life..."
+
+L.E.S. Ezra: I'm lookin' for this lady
+
+Bronson:
+(There you go, there you go!)
+
+L.E.S. Ezra:
+She's special to me
+So if by chance you see her
+Won't you hit me on the hip, will you please?
+I went to Red Cross and I went to the station
+I looked up missing persons
+And I found out that she wasn't there
+Did she find, did she find
+Did she find someone new?
+Is it true?
+Did she find, did she find
+DId she find someone new?
+I hope it's not true
+My sister came over with no smile on her face
+She said, "You better sit down"
+It's gonna hurt, what she has to say
+"That baby's not yours, she belongs to the streets
+Where gangsters and hustlers
+Where they meet on 125C
+She can never be yours, a housewife. you see
+She belongs to the ghetto, my friend
+She doesn't belong to you or me"
+Did she find, did she find...
+L.E.S. Ezra: "Let me tell you something about that song. It could go two ways. It could be about drugs, and it could be about a woman."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wolfpack[Intro: Action Bronson, Action's mother]
+Just tell me how high you are
+I don't know, what are you giving me?
+Just tell– just tell everyone how high you are
+No, I can't talk, I'm not telling anyone
+I'm not telling anyone
+Can you please–
+Are you recording me?
+No I'm not, can you just–
+You are lying
+Can you please tell them?
+I–I can't describe it, I am so high
+That's it, it's like I'm tripping
+
+[Intro]
+Yeah, Yeah
+Yeah, Yeah (Wolfpack)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Puerto Rican Air Force One's at the wedding (Uh)
+I'm only speaking truth
+Uh, I might open up for Bruce (I might)
+My own horn I don't really mean to toot
+Sign big deals with yarmulkes on and suede gloves
+It's safe to say your boy done came up
+Too much lobster on the plane, the plane won't stay up (Uh)
+Bitch, I'm butt naked, laid up
+Yo, what the fuck?
+(Wolfpack)
+[Verse 2]
+This dick'll make an R&B chick write a song
+About the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes (Uh, uh)
+And how she always wakin' up alone?
+And now Bronson gotta call Tyrone (Gotta call Tyrone)
+Fuck that, I'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon
+Till my mind start racing like zoom
+I'm hotter than when Bow Wow dropped in the summer
+Girls scream and I hop into the Hummer like
+Uh, I'm a teenage heartthrob
+You smoke little blunts like Kevin Hart's arms (Uh)
+My bloodline predate Aardvark and large shark (Uh)
+And cookin' flesh off of charred bark (Aaah!)
+(Wolfpack, wolfpack)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I shot dope before I wrote this
+Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean
+This is Blue Chips 7 not Usher (Uh)
+Big muskets get squeezed like mustard
+And motherfuckers flee off in the Nissan (Uhh)
+They say that life is like a see-saw
+I roll solo, why I got these extra seats for?
+Hit eject, watch him free fall (Aaaaaah!)
+Better use both fucking feet, dog!
+[Outro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Bam Bam, Blue Chips 7
+My Blue HeavenEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Moonstruck[Intro]
+Awww yeah! We in the motherfuckin' place tonight!
+Show's about to start guys, everybody get to your seats
+Bronsolinio's comin' to the stage
+Mmm, knew about the local things what they all talkin' about
+
+[Verse 1]
+Step in the door, Bronsolini, the mayor
+The kush replayer, 80's bushy pussy gushy slayer
+I'm a star and I'mma prove it
+Saw me in the foreign car, shorty had a movement
+Comin to your town, lockin' it down, rockin' it out
+I'm on fire there's no stoppin' it now, it's tournament edition
+Shorty on the arm an ornament for fishin'
+Brussels eatin' breakfast in the Orient for chicken, listen
+Know my mother wanna see me win
+Slide the crack inside the slot you put your CD in
+Give a couple bucks, let me live, puff a dutch
+Cause ain't no motherfucker playin' me in Suckerpunch
+It's my time, no more standin' in line
+Now it's time to eat, paired up with the rarest of wine
+Hair red just like the meat, never careless with mine
+Play your part and stay sharp daddy, cherish your crime
+
+[Verse 2]
+Aiyyo, you couldn't wait to hear this fly shit
+Shorty open up your thighs quick, smoke the pussy like a Thai stick
+My style is lovin' in the island by Dubai dick
+I leave my socks right on the floor cause this is my shit
+Intoxicatin' aroma, drugs rolled in a diploma
+Beautiful wine, we in Sonoma yo
+The cheese plate, fish a pike out the lake
+Take a dyke on a date, she let me pipe cause I'm an ape
+White limey, maneuver at night, fuck assumption
+Bronsolin' bring the truth to the light, that we the best
+And ain't no motherfucker tellin' me different
+Most talent and I practice, ain't no shock that I'm winnin'
+Double-layered linens
+Known for sinnin' in cinnamon women in tinted renteds
+Cinderella pendants, the Lord flow tremendous
+All I got is myself so fuck a co-defendant
+Struck ass stripper, she tried to play me yo the whore's demented
+[Outro]
+Bronsolinio, Amuse Bouche
+Just a little fuckin' taste of that mouth bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+TANK[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Body needs a bat and a black leather to record
+Here, take it, get ready
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah
+The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room
+While you watchin' Maury, true story
+Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded 240
+Who gon' stop me? You and whose army?
+Bronson come with the ninja grip
+Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip
+Phillies to my lip
+High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe
+I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right
+As if I fit it
+100k for me to spit it
+I'm bout' to take a shitted on your fitted with no good luck
+Just tragedy and hardship
+Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (Ah)
+I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target
+Why this blunt taste like Starburst?
+And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?
+Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail
+Tell the judge, "It's all good, go 'head and keep that bail"
+It's me, you can't touch me
+Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy
+I do it for the glamour
+I do it for my mama
+I do it for my people
+I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel
+But there was complications during, birth given, damn, man
+Another night the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin'
+Boo, listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction
+Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin'
+Everybody know it's me 'cause the roof missin'
+You can see my smile from a mile
+Yeah
+[Verse 2: Big Body Bes]
+Oooh, I'm up at bat!
+Albanian baseball, I'm swingin' a hammer!
+Fuck that!
+We've been in the game our whole fuckin' lives!
+Only God can bench us!
+You was in the dayroom doin' splits!
+I told you stop blockin' the TV!
+I'm tryna watch Maury!
+Ay hang that fuckin' phone up!
+We've been ballin' our whole fuckin' lives!
+You talkin' to the P-A-L champion!
+I does this! Uh!
+Fuck her 'til she hates me!
+You gotta stab me if you love me
+I'm down to die
+You're scared to liveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nordic Wind[Verse 1]
+Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
+Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
+Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
+That's before he was three, smoking weed in the blunt
+Straight from Flushing, where the birds are hanging dead in the window
+Scent of garbage make me sick, getting head in the rental
+Got the lamb rack, pan-roasted, laced it with fennel
+Little yogurt that been drizzled over might be a winner
+Come and see me, Nona hand-makes the fettucini
+Halla makes the baklava - getting paper kahskaval
+Lahmacun Salad-smoking savage out of Sarasota
+Macho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept
+30 dollars get you pussycat, right in the kitchen where they cooking at
+Manteca, architecture Art Deco
+Twist the pussy like a soft pretzel
+I'm such a special guy, I'd rather die than ever testify
+You'd sooner see me at the party with a vest and tie
+Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping
+Strolling down the streets like the westerns
+Double weapons, at my sides and preparing for the showdown
+Spinning like a wild maneuver, wilding at the ho down
+Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance
+Now it's time to give a man burn
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, you try to fuck with Bronsolini, it's a crucial calling
+Guaranteed you're gonna lose just like the Brooklyn brawler
+Mister Wonderful in short-sets, Cortex
+Gore-tex the bottom of the feet in case the floor wet
+Floral scented, hand-crafted on the mother earth
+Kinda strange, things been funny since my brother's birth
+Shaking hands as if the money connect
+Blow a ransom on the yacht, have a seed in Quebec
+Respect my exquisite mystique, pretty petite
+Little hookers running wild, giving head in the street
+But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor
+I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh Brunos and blazers - chilling
+Spark the pepper
+Queens shit, spark the pepper, PSEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+FunkMaster Flex Freestyle (1/14/15)[Intro: Funkmaster Flex, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes]
+F: You know what it is, you see me! Funk Flex, you see what– we make it happen! Download that DJ Funk Flex app right now! You see me with the a.k.a Young Chocolate, ladies, you see me! My ma– my man Action Bronson is here, baby!
+A: Uh! Young renegade, yo, Body, what up, Body?
+B: I'm out here, man, take 'em back! '99, I got it shakin' in front of Skate Key, you wasn't wit' me!
+A: Uh! You know what I'm sayin'?
+B: [?], man. We out here, shout-outs to [?], Fordham Road, we out here wildin'!
+A: Yo, yo, I got this, baby. I got this
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo, spent your advance on one trip to Six Flags
+With a handicapped class with your candy rap ass
+Bitch, you singin' like Frankie Lymon
+Fuck around, you might break your hymen
+Then somebody's gonna have to clean the mess up
+Like you fuckin' spilled ketchup
+Fuckin' flawless from the neck up
+If you want it, better step up
+You don't wanna feel that brat-tat-tat-tat
+Come through the fuckin' ball court with Salt-N-Pepa
+Hold on, hold the fuck on, yo
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Yo, yo, yo, listen, yo, yo
+If I die, change my suit four times at the wake
+Make sure I get my dick sucked also
+Uh, everybody wearin' white clothes
+Crush cocaine, put it up your right nose
+You might see me lookin' homeless
+Hoppin' out the rover, parrot on my shoulder
+Just say, "What up," I might acknowledge you
+My shit is crazy, though appear to be a common dude
+I only deal with people that invent shit
+'Cause after rap there ain't no pension
+And I'm just tryin' to be the next George Foreman
+Inventin' new grills so Jadakiss could cook the base on it
+I might take a shit in some expensive jeans
+I got expensive habits
+My kids are mixed like Lenny Kravitz
+It's not me rappin', it's the parrot
+And if I punch you in the face
+You'll never eat a motherfuckin' sandwich!
+Body!
+[Interlude: Action Bronson, Big Body Bes and Funkmaster Flex]
+B: Oh my God!
+A: Queens in the motherfuckin' building, man! Flex, you hear me, man?
+F: I hear you!
+A: Yo, shout-outs to my brother Alchemist, man! Yo, Body, tell 'em somethin', son! Uh!
+B: I cry– I can't eve– I feel like speaking Puerto Rican, right now
+A: Yo, I got this, son. I got this. I got this. Yo, yo
+
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+These dudes wanna claim king, you're dealing with immortals
+Fuck being cordial, I'm laughin' while I'm dancin' in the ball room
+Former king's head lay in the guillotine
+Snap my fingers, chop that motherfucker for the village to see
+Ain't no man walking iller than me
+If you see me, better kneel on the knee
+I'm like a one-in-a-million case
+Brilliant face, crooked J tryna put me in the cage
+Turn the page, bitch, I'm paid
+I been around the world more than Carmen Sandiego
+Raw meat thrown to lions under the table
+Grown men breakin' bread while your face bled
+Found him face down in the shed like a base head
+Switch plates on the Civic, pivot
+Exotic places that they rap about, I live it
+Fat boy, I'm eatin' all the spinach
+Hold up a second, baby, I ain't even finished, nah
+I dropped 50 grand on my man's bail
+Two hours later, he was tan as a potato
+From a foreign land that once was occupied by NATO
+Every line is nasal
+We deal with more numbers than times tables
+Bodies get found in the ground by neighbors
+I'm in the bathroom reading the paper, laid up
+Sharp blade cut, need a top, girly-girlies like it
+The ones that go two ways, it's just my blue phase
+Shit, dawg, yo
+I'm in the bathroom reading the paper, laid up
+Butt-naked in the Lamborghini
+These motherfuckers can't see me
+The Magic Johnson of the game, these lames don't want to play with me
+You hear me?
+Queens in the motherfuckin' building!
+[Outro: Funkmaster Flex, Action Bronson and Big Body Bes]
+F: New York City, listen, man. I'ma– I'ma keep it– I'ma keep it official today. Yo, this boy Action Bronson is the nicest in the game right now, bruh
+A: Uh!
+F: We gon' keep it official. This is a mean freestyle
+B: You hear that?
+A: Uh!
+F: He's the nicest in the game, we gon' keep it official
+A: QU!
+F: Yo, listen, you're more than welcome to disagree, I don't think many people gon' disagree
+A: Shout-outs to Body
+F: Mean
+A: Shout-outs to Alchemist, Meyhem Lauren, Jay Steel, we the fuck out hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mr. 2 Face[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Yeah! Bam Bam
+Live from Jamaica
+Uh, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+I'm feelin' like the Phantom of the Opera
+Hangin' from the ladder of the chopper
+I might splatter if I drop
+They say I look Spanish in the drop
+700 horses go "VROOM" then I vanish off the block
+Now I'm in the store playin' lotto in a wife beater
+One sock on, chancletas
+Screamin', "You better give me my cheddar before I break shit"
+Man let me stop, it's only good vibrations
+How could I be mad at this view?
+Strange patterns in the skies, snakes that fly
+The mothafuckin' stakes are high
+Look the other way when jakes roll by
+For my birthday, put a hundred thousand in the cake, oh my
+I think I might flip into the ocean
+Press the pedal of the M3, yellow
+Soundin' like explosions, baby girl, don't play with my emotions
+Don't baby, don't baby
+
+[Hook: Jah Tiger]
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Well done again
+[Verse 2: Jah Tiger]
+Mi as a ras mi haffi deh pon dem case
+Know the tribulation, we all over your face
+Dat's why mi nuh mingle inna no rat race
+As a ras, mi carry a permanent smile upon mi face
+
+[Hook: Jah Tiger]
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Look Yah!
+
+[Verse 3: Jah Tiger]
+Meet you a while ago and you have one face
+Meet you dis hour with a different face
+Dat fi show say that you have two face
+Your have a clean face and a dirty face
+
+[Hook: Jah Tiger]
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Well done again
+[Verse 4: Jah Tiger]
+Gwan like you ah work offa Satan face
+Like you ah work offa Lucifer face
+Like you ah work offa the devil, him face
+Satan couldn't lend I man none o' him face
+
+[Hook: Jah Tiger]
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Watch this!
+
+[Verse 5: Jah Tiger]
+Englishland people from all different race
+The people scatter all over the place
+You can hear it from the keyboard, the drum and the bass
+As a ras, mi nuh do my tings inna haste
+
+[Hook: Jah Tiger]
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm Mr. 2 Face
+Time you ah waste
+I'm mistress 2 Face
+Well done
+[Verse 6: Meyhem Lauren]
+White rum and Ting, Magnum and tonic
+Jamaica to Jamaica, goddamn, it's so ironic
+Shots of JB at the 'dega party
+Uh, can't walk, I can stagger hardly
+Rasta tanktop, lookin' like it's '92
+Mr. 2 Face, rasclot, we gon' find you
+I'm livin' off the land like the Ital man
+How to stay alive? That's a vital plan
+Black sand beach, Boston Bay snapper
+Curry on the lobster, jerk is comin' after
+Take a shot of Jager, bone slide with a slide
+Everything irie, there ain't no fuckin' up my vibe
+June plum juice drippin' down my chest
+Open off a bad girl, damn I'm such a mess
+Flex with the top down, I'm doin' the pepper seed
+Ask the dread who got the better weed
+
+[Bridge: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren]
+Freak dancin' in the basement, grindin' in the hallway
+That's right, we do it all day
+Freak dancin' in the basement, grindin' in the hallway
+That's right, we do it all day
+
+[Outro]
+Give me your love
+Give me your loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In The City[Intro: SkeeTV Interview]
+
+[Hook: Jeff Woods]
+In the city of big dream and bright lights
+What you see is what you get so motherfucker look twice
+Hard times, just tryna get by
+I remember a night when I was tryna get high
+So much stress
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+New at the game but I learn quick
+Everything I purchase I've earned it
+You can catch me in suburban swervin'
+Window half down think I'm German
+Hit the tree's now I'm bent, use febreeze for the scent
+Hide the G's in a vent so you see the boy wiggle the keys to the Benz
+One and only, Bam Bam, Flushing, Queens represent
+After we shoot we throw the tec out, at least 10 stacks when I step out
+Through explanations from the chefs mouth
+No more stress
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Tires screech for the iron I reach reclining the seat
+Now you sleep, the shit is pure have you grinding your teeth
+See a smile on ya face but you dying underneath
+What it be? ain't nothing, stay stunting
+Jewerly on the wave runner
+Bronsolino smoother than some shea butter
+Chillin by the mountains like a grey hummer
+Ate dinner while they played the whispers
+I had the fish it was the delicious, had hibiscus syrup
+Trips to Europe, bitch I'm here cheer up
+Have a beer, pull a chair up, there's some things we got to clear up
+I'm the motherfucking man, dyke, big stack of money with the rubber band tight
+Lie with the left, shake hands right
+Thank you for coming good night
+[Hook]x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Prince Charming[Verse 1]
+I finally found love and it's fucking beautiful
+I no longer bite my nails down to the cuticles (No more)
+My sex stories ain't suitable for listeners
+Cause prisoners to wack off, aw man (Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
+Enough of that soft shit, me by myself is like the four horsemen
+You're just a poor sportsman, your sports car could be your coffin
+The thought of revenge release endorphins
+That make me feel just like I'm swimming with some dolphins (God damn)
+Ring, ring for this I gotta call 'em baby, shit, I might retire
+Spend the rest of my days down in New Orleans maybe
+Money changed me for the better
+So I brought it back and got the all black Jetta
+With the header and the leather bra
+Thinking back like "Shit, dog, you really set the bar"
+High as fuck 'bout to twist another
+Too many people gone, damn, we miss our brothers
+What the fuck is going on? A strange sense, ah
+Something's going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers, man, shit
+A strong scent lingers
+Something's going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers
+Like arthritis when it's raining, uh
+
+[Bridge]
+Let it rain on me
+Let it rain
+Uh, it's me
+On me
+[Verse 2]
+It only took me nine times to make a debut, tenth time's a charm, shit (True)
+Now man’s on road, that means I'm hard
+Charge whatever on the Visa card, half moon Caesar parts
+A lot of motherfuckers blind, they couldn't see the art
+War stories, throw 'em through a stack of tables
+Wrap my body in a stack of Bibles ‘cause shit could get dangerous
+Bam Bam splash off the turn buckle (Splash)
+Now you no longer have to use your nerves or muscles
+We'll see who loves me if I need a liver, shit
+You feel defenseless in the presence of a stripper (Shit)
+You cannot be trusted with the access to the money
+I crash more Benzes than when they practice with the dummies
+I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny, pussy
+I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny (Bugs Bunny)
+Uh, yeah, these motherfuckers must be crazy, ‘cause I ain't going nowhere
+Until I'm called up to the stars, then I'll go there
+Until then, I'm back here to live another life
+But for now I'm asking ladies like "What's up tonight?"
+Baby, what's up tonight?
+Yeah, what's up tonight?
+
+[Outro]
+I got the True Religion jean suit
+G-Unit sneaker shit
+AhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Morey Boogie Boards[Intro]
+Morey Boogie Board shit
+Off the coast
+Sand bars
+Bam Bam
+
+[Verse 1]
+I got the mental of the Bad Lieutenant
+We gamble drug money, riverboats, Cadillacs
+Talkin' 'bout a prison note
+Lemon zest is subtle in the fish they call the cuttle
+We grew up in the gutter break your jaw like a huddle
+Morey boogie boards wax the top so we stay on
+Wrist strap is pitch black, 360 shades on
+I won't stop until the wall's got Monet's drawn
+The farmland and other animals to graze on
+I'm always smoking on the potent straight from Oakland
+I'm rising like a soufflé, you know you gotta serve it quick
+Just dust me off with cheese, pussy straight from Persia bitch
+They'll find your leg in Maine, your torso out in Jersey snitch
+I rock the lenses Caminiti wore
+I roll a fifty of the dour to the neck and take a city tour
+Any genre got the salsa and the gritty raw
+Timeless, my mother's diamonds 1954
+
+[Hook x2]
+I gotta get that dough, I want the Beamer with the racing seats
+Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak
+And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
+The price of living your decisions could control you
+Yeah Bronsolino
+Queens
+Real shit
+Queens
+
+[Verse 2]
+I sign my name like I'm Mantle, never sticking to the script
+Be with people off the boat, seven languages and shit
+Bring tradition to the street, get you lifted off your feet
+Like my daughter at the park, no taking orders after dark
+Cause they expect it
+So wake up early, hop off the shitter
+Employ a lawyer that's been bar mitzvahed
+Never trust a goyim, see me sippin' spritzer, hookers with Spitzer
+And Mr. Wedge, 30 dollars hollers never tip her
+This condensation that be building in the weed jar is bothersome
+Half of my leg covered with Robinson's
+The FernGully in this dutch, me and Steele smokin'
+Jail letters, pretty bitches gettin' peeled open
+
+[Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blackbird[Intro]
+Bam Bam, Bronsolino
+Closed Sessions
+Queens shit, Chicago
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Bitches kissing me the French way, now suck my son’s dick
+He only four, when he twenty he gon’ run shit
+Suede suit, waves spinning ‘cause he half black
+But for now he need his blanky for his nap nap
+Snapback, Knicks starter hat, ninety four
+Signed by Mason, Queens domination
+Green tea’s got my eyes kind of Asian
+Like the bitches Dante Ross be tying in his basement
+
+Hold the fuck up man
+(yo, nah, nah, we can’t even do it like this man)
+Yo we gotta give it to ‘em the right motherfucking way man
+(here we go)
+You didn’t come all this way for nothing right?
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+You either got it or you don’t, the ratings say I’m through the roof
+Leather gloves grip the wood wheel
+Have my shorty make a good meal, smoking cabbages
+Rocking fabrics, sport the big beard like I’m Arabic
+Uh, motherfuckers see the Halibut
+And put some lemon on the side to clean my palate with
+Summer radishes, chicken down at Gladys’
+Down at BlackBird with hoodies and some Balances
+Running and gunning, I’m Randall Cunning, my skin is stunning
+Butt like an onion, she order lobster I’m hitting something
+Mouth or butt, maybe pussy, smoking cookie
+Girl scouts that ain’t never went the church route
+Plane lands, Chicago be the destination
+Five courses, gorgeous on the presentation
+Roam the streets where Capone was at the throne
+I write these lyrics with the music from my phone
+I’m a young Mike Singletary, style shitty like a dingleberry
+Push the bent like I’m Richard Dent
+Steve McMichael, Paxson with the 3
+You know my jacket flashing fashion pass the D
+Damn man, I’m out of fucking breath
+(yeah man)
+You gotta give me another second because uh
+(I’m a fat fuck man)
+Honestly I’m a overeater and I’m not even allowed to eat
+(I’m a little bit heavy and overweight)
+Just give me one second
+(y’all don’t even know I’m starved, I’m starved)
+Alright, I-I’m in, I’m in
+
+[Outro]
+FILA cream three-quarter dipping over your Greek daughter
+Pussy tasting like Kadaif, honey mixture with the sweetwater
+Sweet water
+Yo
+Queens shit man
+I love you
+GoodbyeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Choreographer[Produced by Daringer]
+
+[Intro]
+Are you ready?
+Are you ready?
+Are you ready?
+Get 'em!
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm the man right now
+I got the plan right now
+Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now
+I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now
+Uh, but I'ma show you how to move
+I'ma show you how to dance
+Got the pistol in my pants
+I got the pistol in my pants
+I'ma show you how to dance, uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+The full moon make me loco
+Like I sniffed a whole baseline of coco
+Man, I took the speedboat for a joy ride
+At one point I was flyin' baby, no lie
+What'd I do to have a life like this?
+Ass so fat on my wife like, shit!
+And your boy got a stomach like Buddha
+Chandelier hanging from the ceilin' of the Cougar, ah
+50K in a swimtrunk in a brown paper bag like a kid's lunch
+Thug passion in a sippy cup
+A 100 dollars worth of haze in a blunt, bitch
+[Chorus]
+I'm the man right now
+I got the plan right now
+Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now
+I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now
+Uh, but I'ma show you how to move
+I'ma show you how to dance
+Got the pistol in my pants
+I got the pistol in my pants
+I'ma show you how to dance, uh
+
+[Bridge]
+One time for the big girls
+Two time for the big girls
+Ooh, you know that I need that
+Uh, you can find me where the weed at
+One time for the big girls
+Two times for the big girls
+Ooh, you know that I need that
+Uh, you can find me where the weed at
+
+[Interlude]
+Somebody sleepin' in my bed
+
+[Verse 2]
+All I do is bump Dru Hill
+Damn, I should have took the blue pill, it's too real
+I signed for two for 22 mil'
+Option for the third
+You ain't poppin' on the curb
+We never see you in the street
+And me, I'm always on the town
+You hear me?
+[Chorus]
+I'm the man right now
+I got the plan right now
+Fuck that, I got the world in my hand right now
+I should be somewhere sunny, gettin' tanned right now
+Uh, but I'ma show you how to move
+I'ma show you how to dance
+Got the pistol in my pants
+I got the pistol in my pants
+I'ma show you how to dance, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Drug Shit[Verse 1]
+Straight from the depths of Queens
+Leave you sleeping on the mezzanine
+Like you Lincoln, and switch into a desert scene
+Often heard, but this motherfucker seldom seen
+I'm throwing blows while you're waiting for the bell to ring
+Drug smoking, raisins make the pasta sweet
+Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet
+Stay lean like some motherfucking ostrich meat
+You full of shit, it's time to get a colonoscopy
+Scissor kicks, dick's up for Miss Elizabeth
+Lex Luger arms, four in the morning in the dark with the computer on
+Waste of my time - my thoughts are patient, [?] replaced in my mind
+Born to shine like the eyes on a cat
+Same cat fuck around, put the knife in your back
+Cause it's nothing, we live and let die and roam the land
+And you bluffing, you lifted the cards and showed your hand, pussy
+Tailor-made rubber, rubber made reliable
+Never spill the soup, rock a linen suit
+Play the streets like the ball court, spin and shoot
+Strong as Popeye, dipping in a spinach Coupe
+Pull my nuts out your mouth, let me breathe for a minute, please
+Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines
+About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens
+You on the shelf like a figurine
+Drugs infesting my mind, but I'm destined to shine
+Spit the shit to keep these motherfuckers pressing rewind
+Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine
+Lift the vine, free the bonds - lead the blind, read the signs
+Hands up like you stepping in the party
+Now you getting robbed, motherfucker, with the shotty
+Said you pottied - make your body do an ollie
+Then dig your shorty out cause I geeked her up on molly
+Have her eating dick, no need for seasoning
+If seven dudes are in the room, then she's pleasing 'em
+Like a tropper, hit her in the pooper
+Throw her in the shower then I take her out to LUPA
+I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky
+Put 'em in the shower, make the pussy brand-new
+Ran through, give her money's what I can't do
+Stuff her lunch box and burn her with a candle
+Consensual rate, vinegar solutions
+Animal abusing, down with revolutions
+Don't get me pissed off, fuck around, rip your tits off
+Still getting head even if my dick soft
+Rising quick, no Fleischmann's
+I'm in the end zone with one leg up, posing like Heisman
+Throw it like Theismann, suede foot
+With the village leader, smoking a pipe with seven wise men
+I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table
+Let 'em know I'm hungry, Polo on the Rugby
+The .44 long, surely got a trusty hove
+Tryna live the American dream, Dusty Rhodes, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Muslim Wedding[Intro]
+Should have brought that wasabi
+That horseradish
+Cubed up
+Fuckin' sniffin' that horseradish
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo I'm the young Laird Hamilton
+Hoppin' out the chopper
+Scorin' like I'm Messi but this game is far from soccer
+Giambi on the lenses and the juice is from the doctor
+Jar still full of drugs
+An 80s Caddy painted aqua
+Take these and freeze they nose
+Dick sucked by a seasoned pro
+Info on the need to know
+Motherfucker you don't need to know
+Gimme trees to blow
+I keep the caesar low
+I want the head, the shoulders, and the knees and toes
+From the hottest summer to the freezing snow
+Mind higher then a bleeding nose
+I'm Bobby Fischer
+Check mate
+You're like a Spanish Roasted Chicken
+Break your chest plate
+And yes I just ate
+I keep that napkin near me
+My favorite uncle went to summer camp for racketeering
+[Hook]
+Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
+Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading
+Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
+Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading
+
+[Verse 2]
+This be that whore house visitor
+Watch em' while they scissor
+103 your Roosevelt
+Fancy on the shoes and belt
+Nasty pussy tuna melt
+Stinky like a China street
+You're bound to find me where the corporate and the grimy meet
+Lay flat on designer sheet
+She kept asking me to grind her grease
+So I pound a freak like a pound of meat
+Top dog cause I hound the street
+I'm makin' poopy on your head cause this is easy
+Old Italian men inside the kitchen making cheeses
+
+[Hook]
+Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
+Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threading
+Tossin' money like a Muslim Wedding
+Sleep on satin bed sheets with the custom threadingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bag of Money[Sample: The Big Lebowski]
+"Where's the fucking money, shitheaddddddddd???!!!"
+
+[Action Bronson]
+
+Yo, fucking Paulie TRYBE, man
+Get your muthafucking hand out her asshole
+We gotta go, fam, we gotta go, kid
+Yo, get the whip, get the whip!
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+
+I'll take 21st Century poets that's for a thousand
+Curly hair or Nubian women get me aroused
+To the point I wanna gamble it all
+I was smashing from the back
+She put her hands on the wall
+She couldn't take the thrust
+Only lust like a fiend for the dust
+Or the pizza from Pezzi, perfect
+Want to sleep with the crust
+Or the 740 Alpina, leather seats is a must
+And my shorty holding a nina
+Rolling green in a duuuuuuuuuutch!
+Bronsolini, organically I rise to paper
+In the purest form, lyrically derived from nature
+Like the Amazon, put your cameras on
+Watch this muthafucka turn into an animal!
+Light stubble, rock the muzzle like Hannibal
+Jump off the top of the boat into a cannonball
+Hoes with gold teeth, we off the coast of Greece
+In under 3 seconds, muthafucka load the piece
+Kid, the bag of money coming with me
+You muthafucka
+The bag of money coming with me
+Yeah, the bag of money's coming with me
+Muthafucka you
+
+[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
+
+Surprise! Lauren is in the house
+I eat fowl birds and keep a hen inside my mouth
+Always extra, guest featuring with Dr. Lecter
+Like Bald Head Slick, I hold my mic like a scepter
+Rest in peace, Guru, son I rep Q-U
+Chains on chunk
+They looking at me like "who you?!"
+These handmade Cubans probably fucking up my posture
+Pesto sauce properly drizzled upon my pasta
+No imposter, son I'm authentic
+Around drugs so much, I'm probably raw scented
+Bag of money dips, triceps is all dented
+Precise painting pictures
+Think about life and then I pen it
+Nike Air extraordinaire, it’s a cold world, prepare
+That’s what it is, dad
+Winterize your vehicle
+I love kicks like Action Bronson loves a reefer pull
+Peace to good, bad girls that let us both sleep with you
+The bag of bitches coming with me
+Word up, son, all the bitches coming with me
+Yeah, yo, the bag of bitches coming with me
+We go raw son, all the bitches coming with me!
+
+We making babies tonight, nigga
+Yeah, smoke what you want, sniff what you want
+You wanna have five daddies, you ever have five daddies before?
+
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+
+Ayo, 2010, got ‘em buzzing like a beeper
+Round table discussion
+Conference in Geneva
+Leaders at the table, poly over nasal
+Forty seven minutes since the time I lit the basil
+My rhymes are carte blanche
+Liver than the Oscars
+Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pasta
+Fry the bacon, make it sizzle for the chazers
+Honor in this thing of ours
+Living like the mobsters
+Compliments go to the chef and that’s the real
+My crew of goonies in the joint
+We need some extra veal
+You know the Caddy got an extra wheel
+And if I’m ever in a pickle, I can hand a fucking Tek to Steele
+Take aim and knock an apple off your head
+And I’m a play like Polamalu
+You get tackled for the bread
+We’re running in your crib
+Your shorty shackled to the bed
+Money laying on the Persian
+Leaking plasma from the lead
+And it’s on!
+[Outro: Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren]
+
+The bag of money’s coming with me, muthafucka
+(It’s all coming with us, nahimean?
+Outdoorsmen!)
+Queens, kid, the bag of money’s coming with me
+Uptown connection, you fucking pussy
+(Word up, man, It’s all marvel
+Ya’ll niggas know everything is marvel)
+Bronsonlini, Bronsolovski, Team Facelift
+(Everything we drink, everything we smoke
+Everything we buy, everything we sell
+It’s all marvel!)
+My muthafucking man Shaz
+Paulie TRYBE, Paulie Walnuts
+(Action Marvel, Meyhem Marvel, nahimean?)
+Machine, Fonda, Tommy Guns
+(Tommy Marvel, Marvel is everybody’s middle name we fuck with
+Meyhem Marvel Lauren, it’s all marvel
+The bag of money’s coming with us)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Adore YouOpen eyes, light the joint, take a piss
+Make two farm fresh scrambled eggs with the grits
+Classic club soda, splash with the twist, lime
+Placed on my wrist: custom Swiss time
+Hit the slopes, custom case for the smoke
+Lifted up, flour for the cake getting sifted up
+Make it fluffy... poof
+Bring your fucking buttcheeks here... boof
+Man, I fucking stand on my own, pockets getting thick like Luthor
+Hundred dollars all it takes to get a kid to shoot ya
+Dip to the Red Roof Inn, have a sandwich
+At 7:30, on the Greyhound back to Kansas
+My life is written, you sittin' while you pissin'
+I'm only sittin' if I'm shittin'
+And I'm shittin' often, I'm a boss
+Smokin' while I'm coughin'
+50 piece, a mummy that was laid inside the coffin
+Extract the blood from the mosquito
+In the amber, Deion Sanders on my feet inside the Regal
+My shorty tan, last name Esposito
+And gettin' money every day my destiny though
+You could mistake me for a truck driver
+On the strip, paying 30 for a muff diver
+She had the red pussy hairs like a brush fire
+Peace to Jamaican big girl, 'nuff iyah
+[Outro]
+Girl, why you running from me? Bitch I adore you
+Come back sit in the chair baby you're royal
+No one above you, need you in my life
+What I would do without you? I need you
+Standby
+Please don't goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Compliments To The Chef[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect
+Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin' like I'm surfin'
+Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person
+Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban
+We in the jungle with the shaman
+Tryna find these answers to these problems I've been ponderin'
+Now these motherfuckers hollerin' with their lips puckered like collagen
+Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges
+But daddy get it by himself on the reg
+Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg
+Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan mines
+Meditation time help me penetrate the mind
+December 2nd '83, I was created
+My vision's wide of the human being jaded
+It's just reality, dealt with on a daily basis
+Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces
+
+[Hook: Lauriana Mae]
+Oh, they're selling dreams out here in every corner store
+Pawn 'em on the streets, I feel, they're selling me the world
+But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same
+So when I go where I go I remember where I came...
+Remember where I came from
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Yo, yo can lead a horse to water but you can't make 'em drink it
+Two in the pink, two in the stink
+Leather colored goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs
+In '87, saw my father in a blue Saab
+Right seat sittin', left hand shiftin'
+You know that every team needs a Paxson and a Pippen
+Bronson rappin' like he on an acid tab trippin'
+You changin' with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin'
+High-five love, 5'5, plump
+Sell the pussy 'til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove
+Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona
+Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca
+Smoked shark, speakin' in a Nordic slang
+Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain
+Clear water from the creek keep me nourished
+Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Lauriana Mae]
+Yeah... remember where I came from...
+Remember where I came from...
+Yeah... remember where I came from...
+Remember where I came from...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jar of Drugs[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Bronsolino.... no
+Straight from the galaxy
+Drug abusin'
+
+[Sample: Harry Fraud's trademark shout-out]
+La musica de Harry Fraud
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson] x2
+I got the jar full of drugs
+Fridge is filled with snapple
+Southern coast of France
+Tart fennel with the apple
+The feet are purple cause I'm stepping on the grapes
+Consensual the rape
+I got the presence of the greats
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+We grip grains
+Switch lanes
+Been fucking since the fifth grade
+I never rock the ring or necklace with a bitch name
+A thick frame
+Flawless victory my dick game
+Is Mortal Kombat, you still a shorty shit stain
+My drug, blood, beauty, origami cranes
+Perfection like an Asian's math
+Neat like an Irish drink
+You know that Bronson like a swimmer cause I dive in pink
+You sooner see me out in Africa with tiger mink
+We make your father curtsy
+Cut off his manhood
+Come through in Beamers
+Interior leather tan wood
+The shoes are suede
+Off the reservation - redfoot
+These stripper bitches in my bed
+They give me head good
+[Hook: Action Bronson] x2
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+This is blood sport
+Kick boxer, double impact
+Kick it like a Van Damme foot
+You get your shit cracked
+I'm out for justice
+Above the law and hard to kill
+G-g-guard your grill
+Catch me hoppin' out the hard De Ville
+Hammers are pointing my direction to the top
+The loafers show off my ankle
+Getting shifty in the drop
+Kid, twist up the pot
+Through my nostrils to the atmosphere
+No middle man
+You deal directly with the captain here
+
+[Movie sample: Out For Justice (1991)]
+"You still suckin' it. When your brother was around town suckin' dicks, just the same... you shouldn't talk so tough."
+"My brother was here, you wouldn't talk so tough like that."
+"Yeah, well he's not here. You know why he's not here?"
+"Why?"
+"Cause he's a chickenshit fuckin' pussy asshole!"
+[Hook: Action Bronson] x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Strictly 4 My Jeeps (Remix)[Intro: LL Cool J & Action Bronson]
+La musica de Harry Fraud
+Queens
+Better slow down baby
+One two, one two
+Uh, better slow down baby
+Just pulled up to the club on your mother's back
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+You need to slow down baby
+My whole team cash and load out baby
+I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+
+[Interlude: LL Cool J]
+Ayo, Action
+It ain't no fun if the G.O.A.T. don't get none!
+
+[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
+The ripper, the master, charismatic bastard
+Game is strange like blondes Ramadan fasting
+Indoor pool look like Uncle Luke's casting
+Never too old to fly a fake bubble ass in
+Peep the rhetoric, nobody can better it
+None of y'all confederates, I'm daddy, you're a surrogate
+Murder these mics, boy, felon after the predicate
+Fuck what you heard, baby, that shit's all irrelevant
+Third as fly or half as intelligent
+Step on that horseshit like Hannibal's elephants
+Watered-down garbage ass rappers prevalent
+All I wanna know is how the fuck y'all sellin' it?
+Ahahahaha!
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+You need to slow down baby (slow down)
+My whole team cash and load out baby (no!)
+I’m a hero in my hometown, baby (Flushing!)
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+In front of Queens Center Mall, leg up on the sweatpants
+Same outfit every country that the jet lands
+Jetlagged, just left France
+Stuff a motherfucker face into a bedpan
+Shimmy in the GMC Jimmy
+So I can make assists like Mike Bibby
+Nice titties on a dyke that like swimming
+Smokin' drugs, rollin' dice, and white linen
+89 Testarossa, will I fit in?
+The Jeep's so big make you wanna take a shit in it
+Your bitch been in it
+Treated her mouth like I was primitive
+I talk shit cause I'm livin' it
+It's me!
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson & Lloyd Banks]
+You need to slow down baby (slow down, baby)
+My whole team cashin' lowdown baby
+I’m a hero in my hometown, baby (hometown, baby)
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
+Uh! I'm a mac, she gon' hook a nigga up on the expressway
+That neck play, thousand diamonds in my x-ray
+Light the park like when the Mets play
+Clean as a fuck, we make a mess, hey, I'm beamin' on up
+Twenty bucks, twenty women, spend my evenin' on stuck
+I get em out on clockwork, hit my sleeve with the cuff
+They know what's up
+Young, black, and hungry in the presidential
+A hundred somethin' dimes, white 11 special
+Takin' a moment while you're roamin'
+I set the trap, set back, watch my cologne win
+Designer logo on my uni while I'm rollin'
+Crowded pockets in her Louis bag are Trojans
+Banks!
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson]
+You need to slow down baby
+My whole team cashin' low-down, baby
+I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+
+[Outro: Action Bronson & LL Cool J]
+You need to slow down baby
+I'm out here, but don't ever fuckin' get it twisted
+I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
+We on the strip, Friday night, it's lookin' like the award show
+You need to slow down baby
+Catch me with my bitch, hair color hot sauce
+I’m a hero in my hometown, baby
+Oh, man, look who just fuckin' pulled up! (What up?)
+It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big League Chew[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Yeah..
+Might have to lay down on the floor for this one, son...
+I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone...
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Uh, I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone
+It's that Monte Carlo flooded with the weed smoke
+The rifle to the peephole, free throw
+Call me Baby Face, welcome to the creep show
+Uh, my clique is so nuts
+Big shit to lift you like a triple-toe lutz
+In these streets, even a cripple gonna bust
+Keep a thing that won't rust
+There's no trust
+Rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
+After I'm high and disgraced, only a lion remains
+Flying from a tropical escape
+"Did I do a perfect dive?" is such a popular debate
+(Well, I'll give it a 9.3)
+I'm the hottest shit since B2K
+My Russian barber gave me the see-through fade
+Drunk-driving on a Thursday
+Already told you, with this money, it concerns me (Bronson, Bronson, Bronson)
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Yeah
+I got an old soul and young legs
+I'm like a good horse
+Wood splash on the floor, that's for decor
+That's from the tour
+Above the law
+A half a million in the wall
+By the painting of the Great Dane
+Bought the drugs in front a A-Frame
+Flashbacks of riding on the A-Train
+Getting sucked between the cars by a Guatemalan
+She started humming on em, honey wildin', uh
+Nowadays, you can see me in a trench coat
+On the French boat, till I'm dead broke
+I got the shit locked in a deadbolt
+Go get your fucking shit, baby, let's go
+I might never see rain again
+I might never see pain again
+I might never see snow again
+Picture my mother, say motherfucker keep going in
+Uh, The stars all align now
+Oh, these cars I'mma buy now
+Oooh, these bitches I'mma fuck, too
+You ain't gotta like me, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chop Chop Chop[Intro]
+Shh, it's okay, it's okay
+It's okay, it's okay, mmm…
+Damn, you taste good
+Damn you, motherfucker, mmm…
+(coughing)
+
+[Intro]
+Uh, yeah, ah (inhaling and exhaling smoke)
+It's me, uh
+
+[Chorous]
+The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+All up and down the block, block, block
+The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+All up and down the block, block, block
+
+[Verse 1]
+Kelly Slater couldn't ride this wave
+Or those dudes from The Endless Summer
+We gettin' bent up 'til the sun up
+You gettin' wet up if you run up
+(Hold on, yeah, uh-huh)
+Man, the blunt burn for longer
+Than the whole Badu concert
+And while I was walking back to the whip
+And still had a fat clip
+I threw it on the floor and said, "Shit"
+The whole ride back I ain't say shit
+'Cause sometimes I be devastated
+I need the feeling like I'm levitating
+In the lotus flower pose
+With patience's with power shows
+They say that I been sculpted with a Pharaoh's nose
+I like to think that I got Darryl's nose
+It's like it's 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real
+Fuck the way you feel
+I love the way I feel
+It's 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real
+Fuck the way you feel
+Fuck the way you feel, pussy
+[Chorous]
+The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+All up and down the block, block, block
+The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Chop, chop, chop
+Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop
+All up and down the block, block, block
+
+[Outro]
+Lo duca e io per quel cammino ascoso
+Intrammo a ritornar nel chiaro mondo;
+E sanza cura aver d'alcun riposo
+Salimmo sù, el primo e io secondo
+Tanto ch'i' vidi de le cose belle
+Che porta ‘l ciel, per un pertugio tondo
+E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Double Breasted[Verse 1]
+Respected blends
+Hopping out the 87 Benz
+No pendent
+Plus I’ve always been defendant
+Never Plaintiff
+Shorty crying at arraignment
+This Jamie Lee Blue Steel what I'm aimin'
+Queens to the death
+Lean to the left
+Walk in the kitchen? Meet and greets with the chef
+I’m like a baby cause I sleep on the breast
+But still fuck around throw the heat to your chest
+Million dollar raps, million dollar beats
+Five dollar dimes
+Young Harvard minds
+Yale in the spring
+Bali in the summer
+See me through the window like Batali in the Hummer
+Sharp at the feet
+Morimoto knife set
+Young Cordell coming through the portal
+Terry Gene Bollea motherfuckers are immortal
+You in the corner looking floral
+
+[Verse 2]
+The New Yorker
+Heavy body smooth talker
+Stand in the foyer
+Portraits of my yiddish lawyer
+British walker
+Presence like I’m Connery
+You wanna die well swing
+Knees like Olden Polynice
+My shorty Polynesian don’t make no apologies
+And when I’m rich I’ll probably join the Scientology
+Three hookers
+Street gynecology
+Edward Scissors my existence is anomaly
+Smoke the chronic, chronically
+Bronson Chronicles
+You ain’t really fucking with me honestly
+Sonically we fuckin boom shit
+Just be smooth kid or catch a fucking raping with the broom stickEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Off My P.P.[Verse 1]
+Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
+Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot
+Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
+The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
+Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
+I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
+174 and autobahn is where the cash drop
+Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
+I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild
+Long machete, hopping out the van style
+Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles
+I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
+Hands down, one motherfucker
+260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
+The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate
+Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight
+
+[Hook]
+Yo, get off the next man's P.P
+Be original, kid, get off the P.P
+Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P
+Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up
+I love my bitches big-body like an old truck
+With their waists sliced thin just like the cold cuts
+Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
+Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes
+Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
+Smoke the hash, takin form just like it's putty, holmes
+Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
+A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
+Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
+I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem
+Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
+German shift, twist, burn the bliss
+I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
+Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it
+Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it
+[Hook]
+Yo, get off the next man's P.P
+Be original, kid, get off the P.P
+Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P
+Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.PEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+C12H16N2[Intro]
+Yeah
+Young Baklava
+Yo, pass me the rollin' pin
+
+[Verse 1]
+Why's everybody face look strange? (Why?)
+I think I ate the whole sheet
+I'll see you in a couple days if that's the case
+Green jaguars running through the jungle tryna catch the snake (Uh)
+I mashed the gas and almost wrapped the eight (Uh)
+The devil came to me and said I had to race (Ah)
+The finish line was a cliff
+And man, your boy ain't no stiff, I get it crackin' baby (You know that)
+So I pushed it to the motherfuckin' limit (Uh)
+Told my people I'ma see them in a motherfuckin' minute
+For years I been handing out charity (Yeah)
+That's just the dad in me (That's mе)
+Laser gun come with the battеry (Uh)
+Every time you see me, you know that I'm just comin' back from somewhere (Somewhere)
+But I'm so New York my white tee still say "Sunwear" ("Sunwear")
+Shot the arrow, only missed 'em by a cunt hair
+Come here, put this blunt in the air (Uh-uh)
+These motherfuckers want us under the stairs (Under them)
+I'm just tryna be at the top of the mountain, holdin' my son in the air
+Understand me? (Yeah)
+[Bridge]
+Author (Author)
+Singer (Dancer), dancer (Me)
+Exotic olive oil taster
+Actor
+
+[Verse 2]
+The Earth is cubed like one dice (Aight)
+Know we all started from the bottom like Young Rice (Ooh)
+Inhale the hash inside my lung twice, take flight (Uh)
+Just head towards the sun and make a right into the night (Right there)
+3PM at Lincoln Center (Uh-uh)
+I gotta see a screenin' of "The Irishman", you know your boy was in it (It's me)
+You know I represented (It's me)
+The afterparty at the Tavern on The Green
+And you know I'm wearin' white linen (Uh)
+Damn, I'm usin' machismo? (Ay)
+Yeah, I'll stand still for five minutes, so you can paint me looking'diesel (Bad guy)
+Behind me, the double-headed eagle (Bang, bang)
+Papi, there's no sequel (No)
+I'm gettin' top inside the home theater (On top)
+I got older and I realize there was no heroes (No heroes)
+Don't even talk to me unless you talkin' more zeros (Uh)
+At the end of the offer (Uh)
+Until then, I'll be here with my friends just gettin' sauced up (Saucy)
+[Outro]
+Young money
+Bam, bam Baklavizzy (Babaklava)
+Pop the klizzy (Please), uh
+We out here (You know it's him)
+Only for Dolphins
+You know it's me (Bing, bing, bing)
+Author (Swing, swing, swing), singer
+Dancer (Doctor)
+Exotic olive oil taster (Chiropractor)
+It's me, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+ActionMr. Rosenberg presents
+I got the fresh baked clam
+Rockfeller Center, keep it to myself
+I ain't trying to be a Yenta
+Sour raviolli herb oil the inventor
+? hit recline on the Sentra
+Long road traveled all alone
+Crying on the phone when they said that you were gone
+Couldn't utter, but I heard it in your tone
+Well now you know I got to get the chrome
+We spent the mortgage at the steak house wyling with the creeps
+Way before this rap shit, driving in a jeep
+Forest green Cherokee, bad bitch and she ebony
+Problem is she's smoking all the celery
+ZZ Top beard like a lion
+Leonidas body, smoke until the cows come
+? sandwich, mustard with the cow's tongue
+Dr. Brown, net worth about a thousand
+You know the blunt like a Barry Bond bag
+Smoking bombazzy, fuck ya Sean John hat
+Baking out the car, ? contact
+The red sen sunset long short hat
+We queens bread like a baker in the morning
+We getting money while you snoring
+About to start the touring
+I'll leave an orphan out in Florence
+Elephantitis in my pockets, shit's enormousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mongolia[Intro: The Wire Sample & Action Bronson]
+He knows my name but,  my name is not my name
+And you?
+To them you're only the Greek
+And of course I'm not even Greek
+Yeah, Baklava, yeah
+Hologram, yeah
+That's comin' up
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo it's Mister 40/40 (Uh)
+Dressed like I'm Treach from Naughty
+A young brother that'll stretch your shorty (Damn)
+David Caruso couldn't connect the story (What's up?), solve the puzzle
+His favorite murder weapon was a shovel
+It's the jefe (Uh), Spanish women all over my body like I'm Machete holmes
+All I do is write these esе poems
+Let's get dustеd at the Mets game holmes (Uh)
+Like sixteen handles, catch me swirlin' in the left lane home (Woo)
+I don't even got my left leg on (Damn)
+Tryna dance tonight (Damn)
+This ain't your language that I sing, wrapped up my hands in ice (uh)
+Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice
+(Fuck me)
+
+[Instrumental Break]
+[Verse 2: Hologram]
+I eat African shrooms, while rappin' on tunes
+Back in June when I clapped at your goon (Ahhhh)
+My car color blue waffle, it's new and it's too awful
+The limo driver Rudolpho will off you, new golf shoes (yeah)
+Workin' on my birdie putt, you heard me, slut
+Hurry up, curvy butt, uh
+I need a bitch to go down on me (Down)
+I mean really go to town on me (Town)
+I mean really do a number on me (Suck that dick, bitch)
+Supplyin' the leak, a few fiends died at my feet (Woo)
+Got dealt a bad hand, off a half gram (Ow)
+Feast or famine, give you a half xan
+And throw you in the Grand Canyon (You fuckin' dead, haha)
+
+[Instrumental Break]
+
+[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
+Yeah, uh
+Uh
+Meyhem doin' good, that's a rumor that I heard
+Wearin' diamonds, eatin' blue fin tuna
+They wanna test me like I'm Bradley Beal
+None of your motherfuckas real, my nigga pass the steel
+Mass Appeal, mass production
+Mass destruction, crime, corruption
+Wine consumption
+On a private island wildin'
+The sun threw shade 'cause it's jealous of my medallion
+Pitchin' and then compilin'
+Late nights like Jimmy Fallon
+Louis silk covered with dice, picture me stylin'
+My life story is an open shirt outfit
+We gettin' money, kid, you niggas ain't 'bout shit
+[Instrumental Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Buddy Guy[Verse 1]
+Stoned on the stoop, got the box pumpin' Billy Joel
+I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro
+Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go
+Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause I'm ready ho!
+Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-up
+Call me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up
+We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken
+Two seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar Strippin'
+My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire
+Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire
+Brown haze leather swampy like the Everglades
+I'll switch a style so that I'm ready when the era change
+First pressed virgin oil from the Greek Border
+Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's daughter
+Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee
+Lights flashin' when I'm rappin', tappin' tree
+That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain
+Cracked pepper motherfucker I'mma grinder for certain
+So never in your life come with scared business here
+Fuck around never found bitch, disappear
+
+[Verse 2]
+Time after time I'm a winner
+Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter
+Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim
+Twisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental
+The hash tanner than Connie, gorgeous
+360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' knotty flosses
+Never stop until we hoppin out of grimey Porsches
+One night shorty needin' over 9 abortions
+I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with
+When in canoe waving the ganja like a glow stick
+Number one, numero uno with the flow shit
+Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick
+Bitch
+[Verse 3]
+Roman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma
+Stairs to the bath, garage door, behold the Lotus
+Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
+Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga
+Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam
+Inject the vein with marijuana I'm a true fiend
+Up-to-the-minute, all the weapons we invented
+That's hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage
+Sacrificin' the lamb for the nutrition
+"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition
+Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division
+Lots of provisions collosal status stoppin' collisions
+Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout
+Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout
+Peace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace out
+Every time I take that motherfuckin' weapon from my waist outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Expensive Pens[Produced by Party Supplies and John Sparkz]
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo drop to the ground and one knee me if you see me
+Take off your top like ZZ
+Mushrooms by himself causes shown to give samples of the body
+That I demolished you novice I'm polished
+Dip in impala quick
+Ah motherfucker your only kinda sick
+I'm fully blown like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia
+I'm out for self-ia, Bronson not helpin' ya
+Trying to get the Lexus ah oysters for breakfast ah
+I'm still in queens thats my native land
+I sport a headdress baby veil on the headrest
+Bitch
+Buscemi frame by my favorite chair
+Asian hair on a dominican with cajun flare
+I keep the coke clean, father and son dope fiends
+Mother and daughter strippers sniffing all the codeine
+Affliction shirts and dress paints like I'm Oakley
+Three bitches waiting for me Toyki oh shit
+Roll whip, panamera rough
+Salamander tux, fucking Alabama Butts
+Ah we known to galavant in trucks
+With an Irish bitch that will put a fucking hammer to your nuts
+[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
+
+Compose a fly rap with an 18 karat meisterstuck
+My people like to shoot
+Bronsolino dice the fluke
+Phenomenal fish platters
+Plus everyday is turkey day
+My vision is clear so now we getting it the murky way
+Pillaging daily plus we give thanks and fill tanks with premium
+Cadillacs my people always steaming them
+Turn the car into a sauna with some marijuana
+If you know Bronsolino then you know thats his persona
+Slang school PHd holders in the building
+Far from elementary but we do this for the children
+Ready able and willing
+Dealing constantly building
+Seen niggas make a million standing outside they building
+I'm from New York home of the hustle
+Where skinny people move big cuz chrome is the muscle
+Just to get a rep you get left with a darker past
+You just a little sick my fucking flow is Arthur AsheEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The PassageOh Mr. Wonderful
+Oh Mr. Wonderful
+Oh Mr. Wonderful
+Oh Mr. Wonderful
+
+[Spoken Outro]
+Asiento, ahora la palabra de diosEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Swerve on Em[Intro: A$AP Rocky & Action Bronson]
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+It's your baby boy Bronsoliño
+Yeah, yeah
+(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
+Yeah
+Yeah (All my life)
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+The style icon, ’bout to get the dough like taekwon
+Beat the pythons, when I fuck I like to leave the lights on
+I'm just a piece of art
+All these tattoos hidden under bracelets on my right arm
+Shit, I need some tiger balm, I don't even like this song
+Yeah, I skrrt 911s better with that other one
+Man, these pussies love to run, but they always runner-up
+I ain’t with that funny stuff, yeah, I'm 'bout that money up
+Leave 'em sunny up, give 'em tummy tuck
+Bronson always hit that fucking target, never dummy luck
+In these fucking streets, you get your collar popped for 20 bucks
+And I'm just focused on these hoes that's on the honey nuts
+
+[Chorus: Action Bronson & A$AP Rocky]
+I swerve on 'em, skrrt on ’em, swerve on ’em, swerve on 'em
+High as fuck, your boy almost hit the curb on ’em
+Swerve on 'em (Yeah, yeah), swerve on 'em, skrrt on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
+Looking like you need some help (Yeah, yeah), throw a bird on ’em
+[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
+Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony
+Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything gettin' jolly, lil homie
+Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me
+Just notice me, I make her cream, call me Jodeci
+Man, I ride like you're slow to leave, niggas know Flacko Jodye
+Took a toke, nigga, pour the lean, feeling stomach pains, nausea
+Had me absent, no notary, no, no, nothing to sober me up
+Fell asleep, go to sleep, my niggas still asleep, rest in peace
+Ready or not, here I come, man, I feel like a refugee
+You just captain, Captain Save-A-Ho, hoes screaming, “Come rescue me”
+Man, I came for the best, so who claim they the best?
+Swore she knew what was best for me, when she left, took what's left of me
+
+[Chorus: Action Bronson]
+I swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em
+Skrrt on 'em, swerve on 'em
+Swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em
+Your boy almost hit the curb on 'em
+
+[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
+Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony
+Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything getting jolly, lil homie
+Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me
+Just notice me
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+Baby, just notice me
+I'm in the green Lotus Jeep, try not to go to sleep
+Don't let the devil take control of me
+My eyes closed, but I know where I'm going
+It started snowing and I started dancing
+And I started crying, bitch, it's Johnny Handsome
+I dive off boats, jump out of planes ass naked
+Swervin' Maserati trucks in the rain
+Man, it's all about the hunger and pain
+And to this jungle, I came
+With these drugs all in my lungs and my veins
+
+[Outro: A$AP Rocky & Action Bronson]
+(Had a funny feeling you fronting) You know (Every time I see you, you phony) True
+(Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni) Uh (Everything getting jolly, lil homie) Uh
+(Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, so to speak, just notice me)
+Just notice me, baby, just notice meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Irishman Freestyle[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfucker
+White Bronco, Queens in this bitch (Uh huh, yeah, yeah, yah, yah)
+Baklava (Wow, wow, wowowowow)
+You already know me, yo, get my motherfucking drugs
+Quick please (Blahblahblahblahblahblah)
+Yeah, yo
+
+[Verse]
+I caught a DUI coming out the Trey Songz concert
+Shit was bonkers, Bronson slam like Giannis (Uh)
+Mega wellness hat, I'm unconscious (True)
+Don't drink gin and tonic (No)
+Only natural wine to be honest (True)
+Your chick plastic like fake rice from China (Uh)
+Staring in the mirror like, "I hate my vagina" (Yew)
+Just did my first scene with De Niro (Uh)
+Just did my first scene with Scorsese (Uh)
+The Bimmer go 480 with no old ladies (Woo)
+Fuck out of here, bitch, you not wavy (Woo)
+These more shady, faces like some old babies (Uh)
+Me, I'm stone cold crazy, and there's no maybes (True)
+Shit, I was hatched in the '80s (uh)
+In 600 Mercedes with Dior shades on (Uh)
+New York made me (Uh)
+Strong like Japanese sword blades
+Two Tesla coils under the bald fade (Damn)
+Fucking with me, that be the wrong thang (Woo)
+I'm butt naked with the Uzi on Broadway (Uh)
+My haircut is like Dominican folk art
+Use the G-Wagon like a go-kart
+Bitch, I got a cold heart (Shit)
+Hot blooded, short tempered (Uh)
+Get you splashed like water, not expensive
+Brown bags filled with drugs sat beside the benches (Damn)
+Any club in the world can't deny me entrance (Nobody)
+Pussy (None), you know it's me, bitch (Yes)
+[Outro]
+Me, Queens, White BroncoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Live from the Moon[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Uh huh, good evening (Yeah)
+Live from the Moon (Uh huh)
+Live from the Moon (It's me)
+You know, live from the Moon
+Take me home, uh
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Ten time champ, 'bout to be eleven
+Understand, I'm down to die for my leather
+Bitch, live from the Moon
+Live from this 41st speed boat
+I hope you brought your sea legs
+Bitch, young Bronson run ting like relays
+Uh, live from the moon
+Live from the moon (What)
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+My third eye been powerful for ten years (Uh)
+I don't got no fears (Woo), I don't got no tears (No)
+I don't get caught up in the bright lights, dear (No)
+And, yes, I am the human highlight reel (Yes)
+They say I'm built strong like pyramids in Egypt (Uh)
+Ever since a fetus, I had visions of a leader
+Purple X6 truck driven by a cheetah (Uh)
+Look, it's Don Cheadle (Uh), no, it's just me, ho (Me)
+Live from the Moon (Feel me, yeah)
+Live from the Moon, uh
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+Under pressure like Mercury and Bowie
+A man's never hot, nah, baby, you don't know me (Nope)
+Your boys stay cozy, laying in the bed full of roses sipping rosy
+Chilling with Kobes on (God damn)
+Gold Rollie on the phoney arm (Uh)
+Travel stars like I'm Obi-Wan (Uh)
+Fuck Star Wars (uh), Indiana Jones is better, bitch (True)
+Turn a bitch to Fish escovitch (Uh)
+Couple mil'll make you stretch the wrist (Wrist)
+Move stones, it's mega lift, catch my drift, pass the piff (Pass the piff)
+Live from the Moon (Uh)
+Live from the Moon, live from the Moon
+Yeah, we coming live from the Moon
+Welcome home
+
+[Saxophone Solo: Yung Mehico]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dreamer[Verse]
+Ayo, my headbands filled with acid, out of body
+Mind trick, mind sick like Magic Johnson's dick
+You know your shorty lettin' Bronson hit
+Stuff penis down the neck like it's lozenges
+Two bags of drug sleep, 'bout to wake 'em up, though
+Stay sharp, cut quarts with the cutthroats
+Don't snort, use gloves when you cut dope
+Won't stop, eat box on a plush boat
+The brougham, forest green with peanut butter
+Jelly belly, fuckin' in a smelly telly
+African room, drugs up in the nightstand
+Look in my eyes, "Daddy, make the light dance!"
+Nice pants, cut off at the knee
+Cuttlefish, cut up on the beach, out the sea
+Mix it with the lime juice, smidgen of its own ink
+(Ah, the beat cut out)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+T.K.O[Intro: Ring announcer]
+Ladies and gentlemen
+Coming to the ring
+At a whopping 273 pounds
+Standing at 5'7 3 quarters and a half
+Out of Flushing, Queens
+It's.....
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Fly in the winter like a flock of birdies, I never rocked a derby
+You see the polo, U.S.A. right on the hockey jersey
+Every step that I take mimicking no man
+Precision flow man, motherfucker get with the program
+Compare the lord to no man, moves I never fake em
+Aura like Wagyu beef, you just a Steak-Umm
+Paired with shiraz for the taste to serve at table side
+My lyric through the vocal take my palette on a flavour ride
+It's obvious I'm gonna do it, right outta Flushing
+Percussion gushing after the session right to the luncheon
+On my Scandinavian shit, serve up a puffin
+Find a shorty, gargle her mouth and stuff her muffin
+Duffin many blunts to the neck, what you expect?
+I'm a vet show the respect, same shit your father get
+Very humble, Jim Brown, never fumble
+Know the purple in season and well then I'll take a bundle
+We in the street like a hooker's feet
+I'm known for cooking meat, cooking beats
+And wildin' like I'm Booker T
+Bronsolini walking like a cowboy
+Sharp at the feet steel and got the alloy
+Straight outta New York the bad liuetenient, Bronsolini
+Team leathered down, the angel I like's in the pini
+You oughta see me, uptown coppin' the chimi
+Puffin the pudo, fuckin' some culo, Bronson the chulo
+Jaws of white shark ready for the swimmin'
+Haze and linen with razor vision make the blade decision
+Peep the beeper, Lonnie do the street procedure
+Legendary shit for how my brother heat the beaker
+Exquisite beard lined up, that's for the ladies
+Plus I'm bout to be in Turkey G'd up riding Mercedes
+Know Hugginatti keep the ceaser wavy, Bronsolini with the seasoned gravy
+Just add the cheese for flavi
+Straight to the table cause it's best when I'm hot
+Play me funny kick your nuts until your testicles pop
+Exhale the doja, when it's full moon I lose composure
+Lesson 1: cuddle your son. Brought to a closure
+Dabble in truffles, Sauvignon blanc simmered in mussels
+Nothing ever ripped from my neck during a tussle
+A bolo young I'm Lecter with the muzzle
+Injector of the deck I place the sectors in the puzzleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Big Body Bes]
+Oy, Manuel
+Yo keep the car runnin' man
+I got some shit I gotta handle real quick man
+Yeah, what the fuck is good
+You know I'm back in the motherfuckin' room
+Just stepped in, matter fact I just stepped out
+Motherfuckin' 1996 Lincoln Town Car, baby blue
+But now I'm over here making my presence felt once again
+'Cus you know I'm a made motherfuckin' man
+The first thing you do when you meet me
+You should apologize to me straight off the top
+Just because you're nothing like me
+But fuck that, back to meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intercontinental Champion[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo, pop, sniff confetti for the toast
+Dropkicks like Janetty off the ropes
+Mach 6 smoking heavy on the coast
+See me dip the law like vanilla in a cone
+Use caution cause if not, then you a goner
+Only talk business where we sitting in a sauna
+Ain't trying to be in prison, taking shits up in the corner
+Rikers Island know the water so it's all water
+Shoes native, rock a husky as a headdress
+Mind's sick so we need to be on bedrest
+You're favourite niece give me head sex
+She's a squirter, so the bed's wet
+You're gonna have to lay the towel down
+Retard shit, class in the basement
+Free form jazz band, eat a pussy
+While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-Bam
+Smoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme hand
+Damn, the bitch like Mrs. Schroeder
+Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor
+Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra
+Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring it over
+"Ohhh but I don't even drink"
+Then shorty sipped the liquor, then I'll fuck her on the sink
+Red mink to the ankle mat lotioned
+Arch your back, slow motion
+Hold a green toast out in Oakland, shooting juice in my upper cheek
+Shorty dripping like a tunnel leak
+You know your whole team pussy like a muffin sheet
+Stay balanced like a runner's feet, it's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Golden Eye[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah
+It's Baklava (Yah, yah)
+Sweet as broken dates (Yah, yah)
+Only For Dolphins
+Uh, Queen shit
+Millennium thugs
+(Yeah, yeah)
+(It's the sweetest love)
+
+[Verse 1]
+When they landed here, your boy was stranded here (uh, yeah)
+Kind of crazy, started all this shit with just a strand of hair (that's it)
+Me and my wife all night swing from the chandeliers
+Fucking acrobatic artistry, bitch pardon me
+You could feel this like some H inside your artery (uh)
+Give love to the departed, always know they'll be a part of me (yeah)
+On expensive rugs I spill chardonnay (uh-huh)
+My initial script cursive on the headrest of the beige Targa seat
+Better maintain low tones when you talking to me (fuck off)
+Fuck around and get your sea bass smothered
+I'll choke you the fuck out like I'm a Diaz brother (go to sleep)
+Then I'll jump back in the sports car, bumpin' Heavy D
+Bitch I'm very me
+Look it's Bronson smoking drugs under the cherry tree
+It's him, baby
+[Chorus]
+The sweetest love
+It's the sweetest love I've ever known
+(I love-love-love-love-love you)
+The sweetest love, the sweetest love
+
+[Verse 2]
+Twenty Kawasakis looking like wild horses on stampede
+I look like a character that was drawn by Stan Lee
+Strength like Žydrūnas Savickas, speed of a crackhead
+Took five minutes to get from here to Baghdad (from Queens)
+All around the world I'm known by different names
+Never the real one (never), 'cause motherfucker shit done changed
+Spin a revolver when it's high noon and lift that brain
+Baby just fix the plate up so I can whip this plane (whip this shit)
+I need to focus, dear (yeah), but there's all this hash, need some smoke in here
+If we get attacked in the woods, I'll have to choke the bear
+It's all a bunch of smoke and mirrors
+Just give me a moment baby, don't get near me
+(Don't fuckin' touch me, please)
+
+[Chorus]
+The sweetest love
+It's the sweetest love I've ever known
+(I love-love-love-love-love you)
+I love you, I love you
+I miss you, I kiss you, I need youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Man & The Mirror[Intro]
+Back once a-motherfucking-gain
+Come here mirror, bring yourself to me
+I want you to see the beauty you've created
+
+[Verse 1]
+Caddy got the brown hard top just like the Créme Brulée
+Crack it...I mean retract it
+The bitches they think I'm attractive
+That means I'm sexually active
+Hang out with actors and chefs
+Gray Beamer, swing the left, BBS's
+Flip out the roof, land in a split
+Handle my shit
+Straight from Flushing, Queens
+Where them hammers get gripped
+A fiend will suck your dick
+For a gram of the sniff
+I been gorgeous, mid-August
+Twin Porsches, three floor loft
+Diana Ross, blow my nostrils with the tan cloth
+Five in the mornin' drinkin' coffee smokin' Kents
+With the teased hair, doggy everywhere we be's there
+You can touch, like the coach and the gymnast
+Baby I been this
+Pouches of tuna, Ounces of Uma
+The '89 station wagon, Mercury Sable
+Forest Green, forest park, Horace Grant
+It's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Let It Rain[Intro]
+Uh, uh, uh, uh
+Yeah, now I'm ready, uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Your pockets' slim pickings
+Lay 'em out like grilled chicken
+It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion
+Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
+And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe
+I'll break it on your head if you don't act right
+There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died
+While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
+I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
+But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus
+Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit
+You don't know the half of this (you bitch), nah (you bitch)
+I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh)
+It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh)
+Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
+It's like my life directed by Tim Burton
+And daddy twisted off the henara
+And I'm always on the center stage
+Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway
+Trying to get a better brain, then it rained
+Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I must've been a junkie in my past life, man
+I must've been a junkie in my past life
+[Verse 2]
+Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
+Ninety degrees, Timbs on
+Ma, your kid's gone
+A lot of graves to be pissed on
+Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)
+You know I got the drug so potent
+Johnny took a hit
+He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)
+Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh)
+The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)
+Flushing, Queens, no scare business here
+Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)
+Plus the strength of twelve oxen
+Hold it down, though, there's no option
+Let it rain (Uh)
+I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know
+I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck
+I must've been a junkie in my past life
+
+[Outro]
+Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans
+Hahaha, that's it. I'm doneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dr. Kimble[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, uh
+Uh-uh, uh, Bronco
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, the plane lift up then I hit the pipe (Uh)
+And just to clarify (Uh), what you might have heard, I never left these dice (I never did)
+I throw 'em until there's nothin' left in life (It's true)
+Ancient architecture sculpted out of stone hang off this neck device (Aye, aye, aye)
+I cop cars and crash 'em (Uh), next day, the same thing (Uh)
+Next date, Beijing (Uh), Papi, I'm a made man
+Have little man do a front flip out of the gray van (Woo, oh shit)
+Give all your mans a fucking spray tan
+I headbutt, bitch, I don't shake hands, nah (Uh-uh)
+
+[Chorus]
+Bronco (It's me, it's me)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I lost a case (Uh), he found his wife next to a horse's face (Yeah)
+I'm lost in space, I'm out of here, torch the place (Pssh)
+Just dropped 200 at the dealer, high from the 'quila (Ay)
+I could've been a Steeler (Ay), but bitch, I keep it realer (Realer)
+All I want is moolah (True), I put these fucking actors in the goulash
+Leave mothafuckas hanging out of tubas (Ha ha ha)
+My eyes go black while I'm howling at the lunar (A-woo)
+Stars fall down and you can't stop it with computers, listen
+You either got it or you don't, there's nothing to it (There's nothing to it)
+We started four in the Buick (True), now the lawyer is Jewish (True)
+(He can be anything) Stupid (He can be anything)
+[Chorus]
+Uh, it's the Bronco (He just happens to be Jewish, it's understandable)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Shit's so wave (Uh), need a full-body du-rag (Ah)
+Fresh like dope inside the 12-year old school bag (Ah)
+Bitch, take your album and boof that (Ah)
+If we was on the ball court, we'd take your fucking ball and roof that (Uh)
+Hear me? (Get that shit the fuck out of here, man)
+(I knew I still had it, it happens to everybody) Uh, roof that
+Boof that, haha (Scoop that)
+Yeah, uh (It's me)
+
+[Outro]
+Stones on my neck, you see me, them shits fell out the sky (Sky)
+Hold up, just let me roll up (Roll up), bitch, I'm 'bout to fly (Fly)
+Your boy been out his mind (Mind), bitch, I'm 'bout to die (Uh)
+Tears fall out his eyes (Uh), tears fall out his eyes (Eyes)
+See me, I'm out the sky (Sky)
+Let me roll up (Uh), I'm 'bout to fly (Fly)
+I'm out my mind (Mind)
+Tears fall out my eyes (Fall out my eyes)
+Stones on my neck, you see me, them shits fell out the sky
+Hold up, just let me roll up, bitch, I'm 'bout to fly
+Your boy been out his mind, tears fall out his eyes
+Tears fall out his eyes, tears fall out his eyesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Capoeira[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Call Mexico I need a saxophone solo
+Yeah, yeah turn me up a little, daddy (Yeah)
+I can't hear myself, Lordy (Ah)
+Baklava (Charming)
+You know it's him (Prince Charming)
+Only for dolphins, once again (Uh)
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Congratulations, they just casted Baklava in Rambo (Yeah)
+Heard how your boy was off the handles (Uh-uh)
+And that was just a sample (Little bit)
+All black Cherokee 'cause I can't fit this body in the Lambo (Come on, man)
+All this marble got me feelin' like a Roman (Uh-uh)
+Pacific Ocean (Uh), to put my toes in (Uh)
+Smokin' green slime like Nickelodeon (Uh)
+All white standin' at the podium, you know it's him (Ah)
+I throw dice with the Tommy John elbow (Ah)
+Next week I'll probably parmesan a sailboat (Yeah)
+Drive the Hummеr on the railroad (Yeah)
+My drugs are waitin' for mе in the mailroom (Uh)
+Hell motherfuckin' yeah, man, that's what it is, ah yeah
+Power bomb 'em through the dinner table (Uh)
+It sound like a moose hittin' a Winnebago (Shit)
+
+[Bridge: Action Bronson]
+Uh, I'm back, yeah, I'm back, I'm back, ah
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+I'm a man amongst boys (Uh-uh)
+Your Jeep comes with the booster seat (Bitch)
+Shootin' puppy water all over your sheets
+I'm jumpin' in jacuzzis, twelve feet deep with twelve freaks (Uh-uh)
+Safe to say my life's on fleek (Uh), no smoke and mirrors (Uh)
+Just models sniffin' coke off mirrors, talkin' 'bout, "Do Domino's deliver?" (You know they fuckin' do)
+Bitches throw up in jar and hide it in the closet (Uh-uh)
+But that shit ain't happenin' at my crib (Uh-uh)
+Gotta finish dinner if you want dessert (True)
+And if you wanna fuck Ernie, you gotta fuck Burt (Uh-uh)
+I'm in the Beamer bumpin' Gerald Levert, you heard? (You heard?), huh
+You heard? (You heard?), ah
+
+[Outro: Action Bronson]
+Yeah, yeah
+Only for Dolphins, baby
+I told you
+Bronco
+El Blanco
+
+[Saxophone Solo: Yung Mehico]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Come Up[Intro]
+2009 Action Bronson
+Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
+Outdoorsman shit, here we go
+
+[Verse 1]
+I've seen a fiend scrape the residue and sniff it off a razor
+After party for politicians with loafers and a blazer
+Skipping AAA I'm coasting straight up to the majors
+Linen in every seat drinking wine and eating capers, square
+Holding the ground prep the animal for sacrifice
+Rub the body with plenty garlic and a classic spice
+Holy Trinity, peppers onions celery
+Every time I rap I'm on the verge to catch a felony
+Standing in circles with my brothers puffin' product
+Disturbers to the public call the coppers blew the spot up
+Pulled us over a couple of 50's in the ankle socks
+Most of it powder so it looks just like his ankle lock
+I got the rap shit in the ankle lock
+I got her screaming for submission trying to be up in the bank a lot
+Currency’s the only logic, brother bag the work
+Come up funny, I leave you open like a faggot's shirt
+
+Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
+Action Bronson 2009 shit
+Hey yo, you know we creeping on the come up
+[Verse 2]
+You know the saga, knee length coat made of llama
+Purple in the Parma, two ki's the Grana Padano
+That’s for the cuisine, stracciatell Siciliana
+Boom fakers be gettin' vapor dog you get with Anna
+The wild fumes, beauty that the ground blooms
+Ass fucking the diva leave her with the brown moon
+It's now June, tops get lowered off of whips
+Flower flip, we grow the mushrooms out the cattle shit
+Peddle shiftin' with my eyes closed I'm feeling great
+Fire kissing the roasted salmon on the cedar plank
+Peep the plan get the money out the bordello
+Five-seven the fattest ass, shorty played the cello
+Charge a thousand for fifteen, the white collars
+Got the manuva serving knowledge for the pipe scholars
+Peace to Queens, she the queen of the life
+Eating Pio Pio chicken, smothered beans in the rice
+And we out
+
+[Outro]
+You know we creeping on the come up
+You know we creeping on the come upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Beautiful Music[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+I'm not your normal kind of rap singer
+In the building where the subtle scent of crack linger
+Fiends smoking off the foil
+I only smoke shit from out the soil
+Virgin oil, the name Bronson, no Arroyo
+Barbecues get thrown with EBT Cards
+Land and sea, the air, 3 stars
+Till gold plates get made right on arrival
+The Amarone got me spinning like a gyro
+Take the high road, poppy seeds from Cairo
+Aaron Rodgers style: I'm here to take the title
+Rock a mask, dawg, 'cause every word is viral
+To leave you like a wet noodle, paralyze your spinal
+
+(Smoke this motherfucking weed real quick, hold on
+I'mma get back to you in a minute)
+
+[Hook:]
+"Darling, let me lay besi—
+Darling, let me lay besi—
+Darling let me lay beside you
+Kiss my burning lips about you"
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Dennis Byrd shit, china doll
+Leave your fur split, dig your pockets
+Then she'll kill your earth
+Even if she's seven days away from giving birth
+Ruthless, she'll catch you for your leather and your purse
+Lamb roasting over wood-fire, extend the olive branch
+Since the 90s I've been rocking hundred-dollar pants
+Fifty-dollar drugs linger in my sock
+Put the lighter to the plastic, that's the sealant for the top
+'Cause we coming from the heights, you know I copped the puro
+Tried to put it in the pussy, slid it in the culo
+Damn, that's the wrong route
+Now I gotta knee her in the stomach so it falls out
+Take a deep breath
+Ancient knowledge like the crocs up in the Nile
+Alabaster tiles in the kitchen cause I'm wyling
+Tryna cop a chain that say you styling
+Only chain of interest in the water made of islands
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+Wild world that we living in
+I smoke drug got the subtle hint a cinnamon
+My mind twisted from the Absinthe
+You can thank Flushing for my accent
+So much more than rapping
+You fucking with the captain
+Action Jeter
+Salmon on the cedar
+You ain't do the job, and then they calling a reliever
+Me, Dennis Eckersley
+Rhyme flavor like my grandma's book of recipes
+I'm 'bout that equity
+Large stocks, a palm Glock, bomb box
+Long beards, knee draped in sports drop
+Loafer pressing on the pedal
+Extra heavy doggie cause my leg is made of metal
+Often tangle with the devil
+Shapeshifter, shaking with strange hands
+Bronsolini fresher than Maine clams
+Making money every day, it's been the motherfucking game plan
+Remain tan during the winter laid in beige sandEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mr.Songwriter[Verse One]
+Yo, this is Action Bronsonelli in the place to be
+
+Peace to the ultimate warrior posted up in Astoria
+Bronsolini is the name and when I rhyme its euphoria
+To the death of me, motherfuckers seeking that serum
+I got the recipe, soft shell crabs right out the Chesapeake
+The devil's basil laying lovely in the plastic jar
+Open it up from the aroma almost crashed that car
+New York livin', linen shorts we too horse driven
+And when we sitting down to dine at least there's two course swimming
+Probably calamari, my young shooter I call him Gallinari
+Still serve the Knicks, nibbles of parmigiani
+Hand-craft the cheeses, aged inside the cave to thaw
+Off to my tailor alterations for my days in court
+Come to the park with my jump shot, got five bets
+I'm on price, deadly in the clutch with the precision of a shark bite
+After that we split the paper up and spark the pepper flakes
+Flying to the heights, Dominican buffet for pepper steaks
+You know its Queensbridge you hear the flavour of my music
+My brother Lonny manoeuvre huggin' knotties in the Buick, fluid
+Close-knit, no shit just like a herringbone
+And laid over the sweater of many brothers of [?]
+My aura glistening, my shit's official in
+And for my platter's three stars, the book of Michelin
+Study Ju-Jitsu in, closets of crystalline
+I'm known to rock the green ballys straight out of switzerland, Peace
+My facial hair better than Tom Selleck, smoke the bomb tree
+Under the palm tree, accent mimicking Connery
+Pardon me lady, slow roasted animal smothered in gravy
+Flow like the navy, you play me, then you snoring with daisy
+Bronsolinio, the motherfucking number one rap singer
+The number one rap singer in the universe
+Cause I'm the master of the universe, call me He-Man
+Mister songwriter, Bronsolini, Bronsolinio
+Bronsonolski, Action Bronstein, George Bronstein
+Action Castanza
+Yo it's Action BronsonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sergio[Intro]
+Haven't rapped with you in a long time Body
+Big Baby, Big Slimmy
+Big Jimmy, Bronco
+Balaklava, Baklavala
+Holla-holla
+Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
+Yeah-yeah-yeah
+You already know what Sergio
+Swing-swing (Yeah, Sergio)
+(Hahahaha)
+Yeah, uh (Hahahaha)
+
+[Verse 1]
+My phone blowin' up 'cause I been missin' for days (Ain't nobody callin' you, man)
+I'm just floatin' through these waves, my torso covered in suede (Uh)
+Six back-to-back Cadillacs lookin' like astronauts (Uh)
+Don't wind me up, I'll have Shaq pop out the jack-in-the-box (Uh, pop out)
+With three ratchets in his jean jacket, bitch (Uh-uh)
+Don't even try to tell me how off the meat rack I'm is (Uh-uh)
+You know the vibes, I'm slow motion like I'm sniffin' Actavis (Yeah)
+'Til I explode off the turnbuckle and cripple half your shit (Ah)
+You know Bam-Bam savage as fuck (Uh)
+Ride with two pumps (Uh), like Michael Chang shoes (Uh)
+'Til I see angels (Ah), I see the world from all angles
+And from a thin thread, my soul dangles
+Just like a mango (Ooh), alpha bravo (Uh)
+Lookin' like your boy just won the lotto
+But then drowned every dollar in a bottle (Every single one of them)
+And put a bunch of junk (Uh), in his arm and his nose (Uh)
+And between his toes (His toes)
+'Cause feelin' good's the only thing he knows (Ah, the pain)
+Shit (Yeah man, you know we feel that)
+[Bridge]
+Uh, 'cause feeling good's the only thing I know (Bitch, I feel you, I feel you, I feel you)
+Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good)
+Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good)
+Feelin' good's the only thing I know (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Give thanks for all these graces that's been placed upon me (Give thanks)
+Do I deserve it or not? Now that's a different topic (Hell yeah, you do)
+I think I do though (Uh-uh), All these times I seen the planet Pluto (Uh-uh)
+And when I get back I got no jet lag (You know it), I'm wired different (True)
+The slightest thought of me inspires vision (It's true)
+And puts a smile on the face of a man that knows he 'bout to die in prison (Uh)
+I'm high and twisted (Uh), some would say divine and mystic (Uh)
+'Cause I can eat a bag of mushrooms and still drive the stick shift (Ooh)
+Like Hélio Castroneves (Uh), seein' psychedelic colors, I'm a dead head
+Man, why the rose on fire in my palm? Like a saint for a made guy (Ooh)
+Blood drops fallin' from my eyes, right on the gray five
+I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe
+You feel me?
+
+[Outro]
+Uh, I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe, lay a vibe (I feel good, I feel good)
+Lay a vibe, uh, lay a vibe, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Watersports[Action Bronson]
+Shit yo, it's like I'm always dunking on Dikembe Mutombo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hang ten on the Donald Takayama
+Nose rider, hoes after the show diver
+You know I'm talking 'bout vergina
+Puerto Rican doped face wearing lana
+Drink from the goblet, that was dope, cause I was chosen
+First pick on the surf shit
+Reverse whip on some shorty keep the iron in your purse shit
+Get your shirt lift
+I'm into spending hundreds reckless
+I'm on some next shit
+Chinese staircase necklace, roll in Lexus'
+420 SC, yes he
+Be doing fucking endos on the jetski
+Rolling hundreds of the best tree
+Hoop it up, I put myself against your best three
+Dunk on Dikembe
+If not for minor set backs I would have been paid
+Walk with a pimp leg
+
+It's me
+
+[Big Body Bes]
+Uh, yeah
+It's me once a-motherfucking-gain
+Big fucking Body. You know what I'm doing
+[Verse 2]
+The work flipped like Ozzie Smith
+The whip was Olive-ish
+The fact I'm gorgeous, gained acknowledgement
+My eyes are sharper than a pilot probably screamin' Kamikaze
+Shit pass that boom bah bah zi
+I'm hittin' skins cuz I'm fresh, smokin dope
+Had the homie there, gave the bitch the Okie-Doke
+Eleven thousand on the overcoat straight from Nova Scot
+Hover on boats, wines with summer notes
+
+[Big Body Bes]
+Ugh straight exquisite shit
+1000 dollar dinners at Red Lobster
+Catch me in the water
+Using your moms like a Jetski
+
+[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
+I spit the rum in the rooster's face
+Born with exclusive taste
+Make the Caddy candy orange with the Fucshia base
+Make my shorty milk chocolate with the Cuban waist
+Gun in the waist quick to shoot the Jake
+I view the lake while I chew the steak
+The estate came with the lake
+The lake came with the boat, the boat came with the leather seats
+Dark skin just like Heather B
+Look like a shark in the 7 series
+The leather trench with the feather earring
+Racing package, better steering
+Hide the cheddar in the ceilin', I'm peelin, for realin'
+[Outro: Big Body Bes]
+Yeah it's me man, you know what time it is man
+It's the Motherfucking summer time
+It's my time to shine
+I'm out here on my motherfucking glory man
+It's me Big Body
+I'm out here, pockets stuffed like my favorite fish
+I'm out here living it up man
+You know what time it is man
+I don't eat nothing unless it comes on top of rice
+I'm out here man living my motherfucking life
+Shouts to my moms man, out here wildin'
+You know your boy is out here doing big fucking things man
+You know what time it is man
+I'm out here catch me in the water man
+All types of motherfuckin water sports man
+I'm out here man, you know what time it is man
+I got the bathing suit down to the ankle, the long shits
+Motherfucking fly shit from France
+Man fuck that Canal Street shit
+I'm out here wildin'
+Fuck that bail money on me
+Stay shut the fuck up man
+That's it man happy fucking Ramadan man
+I can't put up with this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Right Lung[Intro]
+Yeah, uh, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time
+I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time, uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Seasons change weekly
+Life in the big leagues
+I can tell it's summer by the fig trees
+Wiggle German Jeeps with kiss on 'em
+Drop her top, she got a nice set of tits on her
+Hardcore, got me feelin' like a fish outta water
+Cruising U.S.A., I use six quarters
+I got next
+
+[Interlude]
+Uh, ah man, ah man, uh
+
+[Chorus]
+I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a fucking ball just one time
+I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a basketball one time
+I'd give my right lung if I could dunk a ba–
+Yo, fuck that shit, man
+[Verse 2]
+Fuck a critic
+I'll have my little Spanish homie hit you with the Civic
+Send the motherfucker spinnin'
+I ain't like my chain so I threw it on a midget
+I don't like the terms of the deal, do better on the digits
+My Colombian princess'll come and hit you with the scissors
+In the neck 'til it look like Twizzlers
+
+[Outro]
+Night night
+Take me homeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mt. Etna[Intro]
+Uh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
+Uh, uh, yeah yeah, it's me
+Bam
+
+[Verse 1]
+Anywhere I go, I stick out like my cousin Vinny (Oh)
+I ride through the city, all kinds of fire vitties (Uh)
+Window, hair’s down, baby I'm so jiggy (Jiggy)
+All white at the pool party, vibe on Diddy (Yeah, that's my vibe)
+Yeah, baby, catch me live on viddy (Uh)
+I ain’t rolling with nobody if they won't die with me (Nah, motherfucker)
+What if murder was the case (Uh), and Papi need a pancreas (Uh)?
+Shoot him in his ass, make his stanky leg the stankiest (That shit stinky)
+The last time they put a wristband on your boy's wrist
+Appeared a 4 point 6 olive green (Woo) with the toy kit (Woo)
+Stupid dumb turbo (Uh), howling like a hungry wolf (Ow)
+The stars align with Virgo, Latin ladies laying, only furs on (True)
+Uh, I guess my motherfucking sweater-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter on
+Yeah, you know it's me
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's best you drink your little drink (What?), and do your little dance moves (Do 'em)
+Before I fucking uppercut you past the planet moon
+Salmon 740, zoom zoom, in the boom boom
+No racks in effects (No, no, no), I get to the checks (Yup, yup, yup)
+Finesse at it's best (Yup), White Bronco, others known him as LeBronson (It's me)
+My next album’s only for dolphins (Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow)
+Motherfuckers don’t deserve me, no, I ain't pearly (Nope)
+Bitch, ’cause even when I'm dirty, still shine like jewelry
+Motherfucking, uh, yeah
+[Bridge]
+I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (You know it's me)
+I be going through some shit, that’s why I smoke a lot (Uh)
+I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (A lot)
+I be going through some shit, that's why I smoke a lot (You hear me?)
+
+[Outro]
+You don't wanna smoke weed, but turning down friends can be tricky
+Hey, Bronson, want some?
+No way, that stuff's illegal
+Hey, Bronson, want some?
+Uh, I'm allergic
+Hey, Bronson, want some?
+Uh, no, I gotta stay low
+Bronson, want some?
+Eh, fuck it, why the hell not?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chuck Person[Sample: Sin City]
+And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you
+It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill
+And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo
+Time on my hands
+Running fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
+Hit the Jackie Rob
+Cop the Hershey
+Spark the bark for the ride back to the Galaxy
+Back, back, down, forward, kick
+That's a fatality
+For Liu Kang, turn to a dragon then a raven
+Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim
+Your style is prenatal
+I got the hand that rock the cradle
+Fully auto mac under the table
+Jewish platters, kreplach soups and sable
+If you ain't stable, don't hang around cause I enable
+Drug use, dick sucks from a fiend
+Rib eye steaks that still on a bone
+Me and my team shine
+Like hologram fishscale right off the Greek coast
+Toast to greats with bubbles
+Three states, three cases, no traces
+I'm the ace to shovels
+So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!)
+Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong
+Where you think you're gonna run to when the tears gone
+And reality set just like the sun do
+Ain't trying to have my babies raised up in the slum, true!
+[Sample: Sin City]
+C'mon, you son of a bitch
+Damn, he's slick
+
+[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
+No love for snitch niggas trying to serenade the precinct
+Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning
+My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning
+I'm so New York that I could rep it from a different region
+Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's
+We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's
+We sit in whips and our whips sit on Pirelli's
+While we're getting dick sucks, my whole team is Akinyele's
+Put in their mouth, let 'em give 'em second chances
+I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances
+Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances
+Glorious garments, you could get some style by taking glances
+Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
+Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
+Same routine, another day, a new endeavor
+I usually rock a power piece under a Polo leather
+
+[Verse 3: Shaz Illyork]
+I write left, think right, need the box tight
+Mind blowing dome cause I always eat the box right
+Make believers out of haters, haters out of homies
+Bring my fam to the top so I ain't lonely
+I'm with the team, cuisine like we celebrating
+Contemplate the takeover when we delegating
+Get it shaking like a dancer at Perfections
+Catch us in a European coupe, it's never rented, kid
+Been getting it, circle full of amateurs
+See great rappers smoking seeded up cannabis
+Fucking embarrassment, we cooler than a Vick's rub
+You the type to trick it all night at a strip club
+I'm the type to bag a stripper out front
+Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!)
+That's what you do when you flyer than Goldblum
+Purple label loafers, paying homage to the old school
+[Verse 4: AG Da Coroner]
+I'm from Brooklyn, the reason why I walk with a bop
+Same reason I don't fuck with the cops
+My borough is thorough, if any nigga try to tell me it's not
+I'll leave his face bloodied up, all covered in knots
+We break bread at the table with made niggas and sip wine
+And graduate from little niggas, now we living big time
+I'm in a state of mind like Nas in his prime
+That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime
+Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting leadoff
+Your mother's mouth is the place where I drop my seeds off
+Hop in the Lamborghini, middle finger speed off
+D's are getting P'd off, they're present, drop the weed off
+I'm like a cross between Stoudemire and Carmelo
+Half these New York whack rappers are soft as Jell-O
+Since a little nigga, always been a fly fellow
+Went from dark brown skin into a high yellowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Telemundo[Intro]
+Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
+Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
+Motherfucker, know you hear me
+Bam Bam, the Bronco, white one
+Queens shit
+Motherfucking World Cup starts today
+You better be watching that shit in Spanish
+Pussy
+
+[Verse]
+You can keep your little bullshit advance, understand?
+I’m in the Amazon chewing on plants
+Motherfuckers can’t afford me
+Plus, I’m in the middle of this orgy and send me back in like 40
+Shit, I live so much, no time for looking back, only up
+'Cause there’s no roof on the truck, you could shoot a duck
+I know that’s cruel as fuck, and, no, I wouldn’t recommend it
+Did I mention? The Porsche 911 got a second engine
+Send your boy into the Seventh Dimension, shit
+Hell is cheap, baby, Heaven’s expensive though
+Yours truly, ‘bout to get this paper like Judge Judy
+Told my baby, “Come do me”, all these drugs just run through me
+Now I’m shredding the guitar on a mountain
+God damn, something groovy
+Aw, man, we lost ‘em to the lights again
+Bitch, don’t worry, I’ll be back like lightning
+Just don’t blink ‘cause you might miss me
+I’m about to make history, raise your motherfucking fist for me
+And let your middle finger fly up and grab your nut sack
+And scream, “Fuck that”, you hear me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Picasso’s Ear[Intro]
+Sniff a little coke, please, don’t go to sleep yet
+I kn-I-I know, I know
+Pour some water on your face, do some jumping jacks
+We about to leave, it’s me, it’s me, yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Who could it be? It’s me, running down brick lane
+With a visible limp (Uh), and an alligator pimp cane (Uh)
+Rubies where the eyes go (Yeah), car so low (Yeah)
+Gotta drive this slow (Yeah, yeah)
+Black windows like we hiding, ho
+Fuck the 5-0, unless we talking ‘bout the ‘Stang (Mustang)
+Man, I’m just watching all these actors from the rafters like Sting
+In the surveillance van, fucking with computers like Ving (Ving)
+Hundred milli’, that’s a light ching, shoot him in the right wing
+
+[Chorus]
+Don’t wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke
+Don’t wanna smoke no more
+You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit
+Don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna drink
+Don’t wanna drink no more
+You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit
+
+[Verse 2]
+Listen, tiger, my shit fire (True), hard to forget like a thick Maya (Damn)
+I like my mind a little bit higher (Higher)
+I need the violin section tighter (Make it tight)
+And if you need to drive the ‘Vette (What)
+I left the keys by the tire, tiger (Thank you), just be humble
+‘Cause if I punch you in the chest, you’ll do a hundred yard tumble (Uh)
+Standing over victims like Mutumbo with the finger waving (No, no, no, no, no)
+I’m such a motherfucking player
+My hair should be in finger waves, uh (God damn)
+[Chorus]
+Don’t wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke
+Don’t wanna smoke no more
+You fucking stupid? I’m tryna do all that shit
+Don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna smoke
+Don’t wanna smoke no more (What)
+You fucking stupid (What)? I’m tryna do all that shit
+I wanna drink, don’t wanna smoke, don’t wanna drink no more
+You fucking stupid (What)? I’m tryna do all that shit (I know)
+I wanna drink, I wanna smoke
+Iwanna smoke some more (Some more)
+Yeah, I’m tryna do all that shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Marijuana Bronson[Verse 1 : Action Bronson]
+Marijuana Bronson
+Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz
+Play possum with the pigs stuff a dime on the kid
+Just scripted for the brothers holding knives on they bids
+Gift basket full of figs, I'm sipping wine with the fizz
+I got that pure smoke, gorgeous like a sushi plate
+Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate
+The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee
+Classic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea
+See, It be those kids from queens in guess jeans
+Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams that let the lead scream
+We still rhyme fly words over percussion
+Nine - five Style max out diamonds in Flushing
+I'm still the man immoral Its hard to navigate through coral
+Your bitch with the tits still give the slamming oral
+Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code
+You know the dope'll force a fiend into the sleeper hold
+You mother fucker I got you
+
+[Verse 2 : Action Bronson]
+Ay yo, Mountains are capped with snow though it's the summer months
+I'm working hard for that money laundered in other fronts
+Forty blunts in the museum
+Jerk chicken patties out the window cop the tyson out the coliseum
+A Street Fighter with the Killer Instinct for Mortal Kombat
+The title holder higher than a giant's shoulder
+Lamb roasting over open fire
+Full moon hallucinations giving in to all my souls desire
+Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector, You Doctor Seuss
+I let him fall from off the roof and now I got the juice
+I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere
+Frozen nose hairs all I know, better be dro there
+Pass the Thyme, chocking off the truest reefer
+Lawrence Taylor in his prime with the smoother Caesar
+Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup
+The holy grail telling tale blowing cheeba eating tangy duck
+[Verse 3 : Action Bronson]
+Mother Fucker, Queens
+These are the vividries of life that I'm expressing to you
+Smoke salmon or coke famine your friend'll do you
+Cause you make a little paper but you acting greedy
+They'll cook ya momma in front of you just like hibachi Peaty
+There's no Tahiti, forty five scrolls in graffiti
+Beamers on BBs, the shit only seen on the TV
+It really happened in the galaxy of Queens
+Giving credit you indebted off the fallacies of fiends
+I walk a road less traveled, push the foreign car
+Often spark steel and known to play the gun guitar
+The drugs sell by themselves you just a common factor
+Real star is in the jar you the supporting actor
+Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon
+Puff a pound of boom, marijuana, she met a valid doom
+We gotta get it cause we living for the minute
+Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip, keepin it lemon scentedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Simple Man[Verse 1]
+Hailing from parts unknown
+Smoke and an Ice-O-Later
+Spanish women in the crib they making rice for later
+Wash the chicken in the sink then they pat it dry
+Then they hit it with Adobo
+My face is global
+You're like a homo
+My blood is pure I'm bred noble
+Getting head up on a red sofa
+Do a cartwheel in the Jag door
+My shorts sag to the floor
+Extra virgin olive oil up my ankle bone
+Visit the bank with the chrome
+Then have a banquet in a Rome
+Five hours later in the tank top at home with my feet up
+Abusing drugs
+Using Susans
+With two midgets naked for my amusement
+You understand me?
+
+[Hook]
+As my drug rise quick, all my homies got a cup
+Reliving all the days when no one even gave a fuck
+Matching college sweatsuits hopping out the truck
+Knee her in the stomach, drugs are dropping out her butt
+[Verse 2]
+Blow a few stacks on the capture
+Even more for the statue
+Portraits in Africa
+My shirt protected by napkins
+Catch me in Paris paper thin leather on a pleasant day
+S'il vous plaît have my money
+Ain't nothing funny
+Legs crossed smoking Dunhills
+We been to Brussels
+Been to Holland
+Rolling joints as thick as columns
+Anything I want is fifty dollars
+Twist ignition keys
+You see me where the river be, floating
+Big coat, toasting
+White grapes in flute glasses
+Hold a belt in two classes
+I'm known to chief that green, Robert Parish
+Shifting new coupes, lavish colored stewed cabbage
+Young and ravishing galloping with the cavalry
+Exotic parrots, you perish you’re like a parody
+I’m in the galley of the ship cooking scrambled eggs up
+On some Casey Ryback shit from "Under Siege"
+Throwing darts like Byron Leftwich
+Serve a fiend a continental breakfast out the building off the steps
+Five series beamer wagon filled with Hess
+Protect mine like eagles with the nest
+I'm out for justice
+[Hook]
+As my smoke rise quick, all my homies got a cup
+Reliving all the days when no one even gave a fuck
+Matching college sweatsuits hopping out the truck
+Knee her in the stomach, drugs are dropping out her buttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Suede[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Exhale the fucking essence, absorb me
+Peace to Lonnie Londell
+Everything is mar-vel
+Kid, on this side we shine like the sun
+Though the night brisk on the night shift
+Peep the tight lips
+Cause muthafucking loyalty is priceless
+Fly bitch blow me harder than a vuvuzelo
+My mood is mellow
+Catch me hopping out the Cougar, yellow
+Brew the Bustelo, Brosonlino
+Smooth as Othello in convertible Z3's bruising the pedal
+Chief of command, it's hard for you to try to see me
+Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini
+Harsh as a Russian winter
+Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker and Thompson
+Eating a custom dinner
+Wine served, about a third of the glass filled
+Premium rap skills, lounging in the Catskills
+Let me end this with a kiss from my bitch
+One love, Bronsonlino, signing off
+Who better than this, kid?
+
+[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
+Luxury sports apparel is what I rock to cover feet
+I feel like everyday is Thanksgiving
+That's how we usually eat
+Rep the street, my flow is heat
+Queens made me complete
+When we outside deep
+It's like a Double L retreat
+You know my status, everything's mar-vel
+Hard shell shots will tear you up
+Now you scar well
+Bizarre hell, I'll take you there
+Never fear nothing, not me
+Shellfish specialist, I'll eat it if it's from the sea
+Action Bronson is in the building
+So it smells like half a key
+He's usually smoking marijuana in a jacket past his knee
+Yeah, we live this, still crispest
+Back to business, fuck bitches
+Most of ya'll were living blind until I hit the light switches
+Peace to my dress code and my way of life
+Super trife, slay your wife
+Ask about the way Lauren can lay the pipe
+Never duplicated, wordplay is custom made
+Niggas know my steez
+Catch me in Queens covered in suede (word up!)
+[Verse 3: Shaz Illyork]
+The fine fabric delegates
+And Peter Pan Posse
+This the finale, Youtube is where the fans watch me
+High definition, Lo religion
+Loving Scottie Pippen's
+Switched it from Jordan Dream Team
+It hurt the slutty women
+Love to collab, I used to dabble in a couple of things
+Facelift the Team, Outdoors, where the Mens will be
+Cop Killer Queens, the Upper East, we need a gallery
+We unscripted, real drama, never no fallacies
+I might party like a rock star for a couple of days
+A couple strays tag along taking bumps of K
+I keep a Buddha, little liquor, make me triple stack
+Ideal wifey, small titties and a lot of ass
+They call me Shaz, before it was my government
+Unholy convenant, could never get enough of it
+
+[Verse 4: Fonda]
+So pay attention when this rich bong's broken in half
+And don't get left behind to choke on my gas
+Ginger ale, juggle, Gen Pop, pockets intact
+Prime king in the booth
+I got it like that
+But wait, audible react
+Don't get caught in the trap
+Real recognize real
+And see it's part of the act
+I break hearts, surround sound
+With the sermon I spit
+And leave behind a trail of permanent drips
+In a room full of douchebags burning their lips
+And bugging out about the right amount of water to mix
+The freebase specialist, I dug him a ditch
+Struggling with that addiction's a son of a bitch, fucko
+I'll give you something to fix, get sober
+You'll understand when you're older
+The rap Al Bundy got the handicapped boner
+Hot breath and the ice cold shoulder
+So, give me room so my set can breathe
+I'm from the Up East, plus I got connects in Queens
+So how you want it?
+Bent, skeed or straight blunted
+My rap good like Deer Park in your stomach
+[Verse 5: Machine]
+Incredible Hulk, flash the villainous smile
+He trying to stay young, he's never going out of style
+Fresh to death like the corpse out the morgue
+The new slang stay stiff, pause
+No shirt when he record
+Stay zoned, known to kick rap through payphones
+Mighty Healthy set the tones
+Spread the wealth through fly poems
+Well known rap flesh
+Keep it tight like close homies
+And never known to flip like a Solid Gold Cody
+Known to keep it scummy like a Sunday at Jones Beach
+Known to keep it bummy like a Sunday at Centre Street
+Known for having fun, blacking out, that's the motto
+@toechamp, twitter game you should follow
+US Weekly with the centerfold
+A thousand tapes pressed up
+A thousand tapes sold
+Kids screaming out, "when the mixtape coming?"
+Streets is fiend out, yo, they really need something
+Understood, no matter what
+Shine like the sun
+Remember one thing
+? rap and number oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Savage from Sarasota[Intro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage & Arsenio Hall]
+I'm the Tower of Power
+Too sweet to be sour
+I'm funky like a monkey
+Sky is the limit
+And space is the place
+Hello!
+
+[Verse 1]
+
+Yo, as the clouds shift over and cover half of the moon up
+The smoke leave my lungs
+That's my jam, turn the tunes up
+2nd Avenue, cruising in a beamer
+Holding ninas, my feets are featured in a Fila shoe
+Time to get mine, never see me standing in a breadline
+Never bedtime cause I'm a headline
+From here to Portugal, kick it like Ronaldo
+Mustache like Geraldo
+Let the money pile, ho
+Yay high
+I'm on fire like a gay guy
+But pause that
+Raw rap, break your thorax
+Long, White dick inserted in your whore's back
+I'm fucking hookers straight from Kazakhstan- Borat
+[Midtro/Sample: "Macho Man" Randy Savage]
+I'm a Chameleon, yeah, huh uh
+Chameleon?
+Uh Huh!, yeah!
+I'm talking about the beat goes on, yeah
+And the beat goes on, yeah
+And the beat goes on
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+I smell the ocean cause I'm near the coast
+Queens breakfast
+In the streets you could hear the toast pop
+Probably over some butter
+In a penthouse, but I rose from the gutter
+Where's my money?
+Cut a finger, send it home to your mother
+Bring your visors back
+Skin fades, beards with Giambi lenses
+Big Walkmans, yellow ones, the Sports shit
+Bow to my portrait
+Thousands of horses
+That laid under the hood that's in the back of the Porsche
+War stories from my people that survived 'em
+Bitches sucking dick that's on arrival
+Paralyze your spinal cord
+For smoking drugs, I'm on the honor roll
+Don't get arrested
+Stuffed the rest in her punana hole
+This shit is wunderbar
+Hard top, 740 German
+'94, copping soccer cleats out of Herman's
+Laying in the grass
+Out the basket, eating grapes
+Shorty throwing signs that she wet below the waist
+Swinging like beyond wall, geishas in the corner
+Bronson like a spy, giving facials in the sauna
+Snap my fingers, waiters come
+Smoking with the lazy lung
+Every kind of drug is on deck like a Navy gun
+War stance, one call will make a broad dance
+And then the pussy coming right up out your whore's pants
+No romance, it's straight brutal
+Body sumo, biting bitches like I'm Cujo
+The lane switcher, the grain gripper
+The soft, leather seat sitter
+Head while I'm on the shitter
+Bette Midler
+Flushing, Queens death spitter
+Donnie Baseball, standing on the left hitter
+[Outro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage]
+
+Macho Man is right now
+So sweet as honey
+Macho Man is on a roll and he can't be stopped, no
+Elizabeth understands what I'm talking about, yeah
+Uh huh!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Marcus Aurelius[Intro]
+It's me (Yeah, yeah)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Who the fuck else? (Uh)
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Sworn enemies like rattlesnake and mongoose (Uh)
+I'm laid up while mami makin' mangu (Uh)
+I just put like twenty turbos on the Honda, shit from '92 (Ah)
+Surround my body with the Paulo Santo (Yeah)
+Yeah, bitch it's Bronny and the Bronco
+Once again, ridin' in the sunset (Ooh)
+Blood inside my eyes (Uh), I can't let it touch my son's head (No)
+The shit drippin' on the BoJack's with no napkins (Uh)
+Just made this one take, no actin'
+Already travelled back and forth to different galaxies, no cappin' (God damn)
+You starin' at the Captain (Uh), a young Eric Clapton (Uh)
+The all white B7 Alpina see me lamped in (Uh)
+Money green sweatsuit made by champion a champion (Champion)
+Fuck the blunts, double parked outside the Pantheon
+Feelin' like I'm Maximus (Uh)
+This type of shit'll make the feedback flip
+Make the plane fly backwards (Ooh), make the college coach buy my pops a tractor then I practice (Blue Chips)
+We set him up through the computer, he a catfish (Haha)
+He thought it was Maria (Uh-uh)
+But it was a motherfucker that looked like Judge Mathis (Ah-ah)
+Pull the machete out the mattress (Oh, oh)
+Caught him slippin', he an actress
+[Chorus]
+If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh)
+Hunnid K just to shiver (Yeah)
+Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh, man)
+If I had a watch (Nah)
+If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh)
+Half a milli' just to shiver
+Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Fuck, fuck, uh, fuck)
+If I had a watch (If I had a watch, fuck that, uh)
+
+[Verse 2]
+While mami make the mofongo, I play the bongo
+And race four wheelers through the jungle (Man, oh, man)
+It's like I'm everybody's favorite uncle (Man, for real)
+They always ask for money (Uh, for real)
+They know we stay in trouble (Uh)
+But still they love me off the humble (Ah)
+Shit, same here, bitch I love you (Ah)
+I make the Jag dance seductive (Ah, ooh)
+Things in my life I can't discuss, why? (Ooh)
+'Cause people can't be trusted (Uh, woo)
+I circle blocks like an estrange husband with the OJ gloves in (Ah, woo)
+You better lay low cousin (Yeah, woo)
+Man where the clams at? Nobody ordered ham here (Uh, nobody)
+Grabbed his arm (Uh), pulled his hand, he'll stand clear (Ah)
+Start the saw, just like you breakin' down a deer, you hear? (Ah, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom)
+Man I swear (Ah), you fuckin' with the wrong one (True)
+And it's gonna catch up to you in the long run (Guess you run)
+Shit's bizarre (It is), I play the MAC 11 like guitar (Uh, uh)
+Yeah I'm so Queens Boulevard (Uh)
+Jump out the plane, only a hoodie on (Uh)
+They don't what he's on (Nah)
+I think I see me you involved but shit I could be wrong
+I could be wrong, could be wrong
+[Chorus]
+If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh, yeah)
+Hunnid K just to shiver (Uh)
+Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh)
+If I had a watch (Yeah, nah, uh)
+If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river
+Hunnid K just to shiver
+Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh)
+If I had a watch (Nah)
+If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river
+Hunnid K just to shiver
+Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh)
+If I had a watch (Nah)
+Yeah if I had a watchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Vega[Instrumental Intro]
+
+[Verse]
+Crash my shit, send myself straight through the window (Uh)
+The lead actor in my life story, Delroy Lindo (Uh)
+My hash got me spinnin' like a hula hoop
+Couple noodles lose from the chicken noodle soup, uh
+Hangin' out the Porsche with a cape on (Uh)
+I'm the type of stallion you wanna put your cake on
+What you doin'?
+Man, I'm laying by the lake drinkin' napalm
+Ready to turn the motherfuckin' to Steak-umm
+Carvin' a thousand roses in the Draco (ah hah)
+Stupid (ah hah)
+Go get me a motherfuckin' bagel, mane
+Stupid (ah hah) (get me my motherfucking bagel, man)
+As I jump from the Alfa Romeo like I was skydivin' (Yeah)
+Talkin' 'bout how I'm out my mind, that's from thе sidelines though (Ho)
+I'm out your range, ho (Ho)
+Elmеr Fudd shotgun shells, fly out the gauge, ho
+Disintegrate your facial (Ho)
+Motherfuckers owe me some Rolexes (I need 'em)
+Motherfuckers owe me some planes (Let me get that)
+For letting these suckers live in my lane (Uh uh)
+Someone owes me a dinner table (Uh huh)
+Just make sure it fits twenty hash pipes, [?] (Uh huh)
+You know the vibes, family (Yeah)
+I do a tumble out the Hummer and throw a knife right through your eye cavity
+I'm recognized as a stand-up guy by five families (Rambo)
+That means I'll take it to the gravel
+My alibi for the police is I was naked in Seattle (I was)
+Million-dollar calls while I'm shittin'
+I close the deal, that's what I call pimpin' (Pimp)
+Shoes on my feet, that's called Pippen
+Pardon me, haEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Brutal[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah
+Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+I'm glad I never used cocaine, 'cause I would be an addict
+Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit
+They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern
+A payday pattern, the fake ID said “JJ Adams”
+My other one was stolen by a madame
+She whispered to the hooker like, “We have him”
+She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like
+Gotta make it home because my wifey said it's cookie night
+Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie
+I think I might boogie
+
+[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
+Head crack, bread stack, I'm a G
+Iced out like Pat Ewing's knee
+All white, alright, I'm the hood pope
+Break night, take flight, got the good dope
+Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter
+True fact, I'm a livewire
+Got denied at the red light district
+Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick
+My life is the fountain of youth
+Let a rapper talk slick, he'll get found in the booth
+Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth
+Then it's back to the strip, gotta get more loot
+Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars
+Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars
+[Non-Lyrical Vocals]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Live From Kissena Blvd(Hook)
+Ayo I represents Queens
+Yea, you already know, come on
+You know what time it is
+Ayo I represents Queens
+Please, let em know
+Ayo I represents Queens
+Bam bam yea yea uh
+Statik
+Yo I represents Queens, I prop scenes up
+Yea
+
+(Verse 1 - Action Bronson)
+Yea the cops set me up, tried to play Action
+Good thing I’m like Peyton with the play action
+Gold wagon need a diaper cause I’m shitting on em
+No lying, engine like a retarded lion
+Very special, twist pussy like pretzel
+The driver named Fletcher
+Sit in the back of the Cadillac stretcher
+Maroon dash, air bloom when the platoon blast
+Blue grass in the Jag playing jazz
+Beige rider glove on my hand
+Damn call me Bam Bam Baklava
+Sell ten out the minivan like a soccer mom
+Back flip out the eight
+Doctor Octagon, Aqua Huaraches on
+Put the fork in the pasta with the Shiitakes on it
+Ain’t a dime, get a move without Papi on it
+Green paper, motherfuckers left sloppy for it
+Come on, come on
+(Hook)
+
+(Verse 2 - Action Bronson)
+Throw the left hook, knock a horse out
+World came from across town, I put the fork down
+Through the knapkin and the dessert disgusted
+Lick the mustard, kiss my cousin
+Motherfuck you know I do my thing, it’s nothing
+Suede patches on the elbow of the jacket
+Fodd saver bags for the green crack
+Toast to Sesame seeds on the sea bass
+Candy skywalker Adidas
+Sitting courtside heat jazz
+Please, my bitch squeeze at 45 degrees
+While I shift the V with Mystique
+Kiss on your cheek, go to sleep
+I roll the leaf up uh, cut through the block with Queen Latifa
+A hundred grand wrapped in a flag of Trinidad
+I been a dad, smoke dope, got the same taste as a lemon head
+I wanna meet the bitch that invented head
+Korean meats laid on a lettuce bed, roll up
+
+(Hook)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Splash[Hook]
+"Splash" by Baklava
+Man, woman, whatever
+"Splash"
+"Splash" by Baklava
+"Splash" by Baklava
+Man, woman, whatever
+"Splash"
+
+[Part 1]
+Butt naked divin' off boats (Ah)
+Butt naked rippin' up the slopes (Ah)
+'Til I got the toast (Yeah)
+I'll ride horse like Navajo (Uh)
+The saddle got big guns of Navarone (Woo)
+One whistle bring the cattle home
+I'm like a ninja turtle, battletoad (Woo)
+T-tops on the black Camaros (Woo)
+Spinnin' shit like a hammer throw (Uh)
+Smash pussy like cantaloupe (Uh)
+I'll eat your cookies, fuck the Santa note, uh (Yeah, man)
+It smells so good like mama cookin' (Uh, uh, uh)
+Rest in peace to the Mamba
+Might dunk on a motherfucker's head in your honor (Uh)
+Scout's honor (Uh)
+Make the whole park hoot and holla, uh
+[Outro]
+"Splash", a new fragrance by Baklava
+"Splash" by BaklavaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cliff Hanger[Intro]
+Yeah
+Young Swinger
+Baklava
+Young Gary Sheffield
+Queens shit
+Flushin' to be exact, uh
+Young Captain
+Young everything
+It's me bitch
+
+[Verse]
+Stuck in the maze, switch my face up like Nicolas Cage's
+Switch up the plates before them cowards catch a gaze
+I'm in the shower with my Latin maid
+That ass is hot, you could crack an egg and cook it
+She told me, shake my dick, I shook it
+She wasn't even lookin'
+She was locked in watchin' Vampire in Brooklyn
+Eddie Murphy with the long hair
+Well, I prefer Trading Places
+Shit, I might have landed a role in the new Matrix
+Cop the blue spaceship
+Just stay the fuck from 'round my essence if you got two faces
+I'm fired up, like an old-school basehead, from Mill Basin
+86' shit, I can still taste it
+I lost my house on the Raiders, and those fuckin' Lakers
+They tackled Bo at the 30 and did me dirty
+Elbow injury for Magic, ankle injury for Worthy
+I'm in that black 8-50 twirlin'
+With the all brown shearlin' on
+Earl the Pearl jersey, my mind got murder on it
+Dudes be emotional bitches
+I float in the six and if I want, I could put like twenty ki's of coke on my wrist
+You know the kid, one hand hang off the cliff
+Like I'm Sly Stallone
+I'd rather die alone than live around you motherfuckin' cowards
+[Outro]
+It's true, it's true, it's true
+It's true, it's true, it's true
+It's true, it's true, it's true
+It's true, it's true, it's true
+Only for DolphinsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bronson Mania[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Ayyo hit or miss shorty wake up shorty shit the fish
+Razor sniff, leave the pocket when you see the Blitz
+You never know the type of pickle you in
+Till you wake up in a cell and nuts will tickle your chin
+It's Vinny Gorgeous with the sinister grin
+And if it wasn't for the drugs I'd probably be in the gym
+If I'm not up in the studio, I'm up in your wife
+If you had a bigger package she'd be up in your life
+In 93' I had to cop me the Flights, started plottin the heist
+So I cop me a knife, these sneakers cost a hundred forty duke
+I'm stoppin' your life, better yet I'll cut your cock off with the choppin device
+You never know it could be you up on the table
+Emergency rush in will pull your bladder through your navel
+Special pants cover that feces bag, another man rockin that chain
+And the piece he had, We kill the cow carve it for the proper preparations
+Braise the leg sir the loin make the brisket Cajun
+Rib eye prime prefer you leave the bone in, the tomahawk chop is only meant for grown men
+Zonin' sequin shirts with the stone gems
+I'll never have it, duke—I'd rather let the chrome sin
+Equip for the rip, you faggot pussies sit where you piss
+These queens killers hit the strip with the sniff, bitch
+Roll up the grass crazy willy man will stuff your ass
+With a gerbil, serve your girl a custard mask
+Crush the glass, dip my fist and step inside the ring
+Inside the bing,pussy ran he tried to hide the thing
+Come through to the courts, a hundred down from any spot
+Dribble shoot, the penny drop just like a henny shot
+You look astonished, face twisted like a Twizzler
+My people laughin cause they know we goin sizzler
+Purpose to life, prestige pussy plenty paper
+Steam risin off Jacuzzi women different flavors
+Whips are major, shits aggressive like a vicious saber
+You trick the paper, tell your bitch that I'mma hit it later
+Accurate palm strikes, on like disposition, John Stockton
+I'm scoring and I'm also dishin
+Magic long night pipe with no intermission
+Put on the DL, Tommy John no more pitchin
+This is Queens watch words, just like Persian
+Jissepe Dishdo Automatic with the conversion
+You never know might be the next to meet the surgeon
+Split like a pig, and left you bleedin like a virgin
+Inhaler of smoke the fine chronic conoisseur
+We Bobba Ghanoush the tan colored pile of Raw
+The humus and bread, olives from another land
+And fuck a burger, i'd rather eat the mother lamb
+I'm Royce Gracie the magician of submission, elegance in the kitchen
+My ambition ain't to glisten, but yo, Fuck all the jewelery shit
+Provide me with a sturdy whip, a package on the dirty bitch
+Titty size a 36, 30 dicks what she takin in a single sittin
+Silk and linin what I'm sportin when the Eagles winnin
+Yo bet the oval, cause the corners are a little iffy
+In a minute turn a macho man a little sissy
+I'm never pissy, all the women wanna kiss the
+Flushin grizzly, heavy but they never diss me
+Cause I be in and out of pussy like a stream of piss
+Gleam the wrist, nah fuck it, rather steam the blissEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mofongo[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+'94 Roosevelt copped the green card
+'99 up in the Macy's we the steam squad
+Me libere, weed inside a cigere
+Action Bronson, Bronsoliño, tigere
+Taco truck wrap hotter than Serranos
+You know the motto, dawg, siempre gano
+Mi hermano, got the jugo in the bottle
+En el camino, burning rubber, hit the throttle
+Life in the fast lane, licensed to flash change
+Hyphen the last name, twice when the cash came
+Currently I'm moving forward from some past pain
+Spit the shit that have us hopping out of glass range
+Watch when people get some money how their class change
+Cop a crib right by the lake for twenty [?]
+Carve initials in the grass, Edward Scissorhands the bushes
+Lean on Tempur-Pedic, smoking seven different kushes
+
+[Interlude]
+Pussy, pussy, pussy
+We have black pussy
+We have smelly pussy
+We have yellow pussy
+
+[Verse 2: Shaz]
+We back by old timers
+And young up-and-comers
+Plot in the winter then we storming all up in summer
+Fuck the dime piece, I want a deuce or better
+I mean the smoke dimes fine when they give a header
+Gimme a nine or eight, with a cute face
+Appreciate it, shoot game, and roll blue eights
+I'm on the J train, BK hop off at Myrtle
+I'm on one puff away from Dante's Inferno
+But I don't want to burn, unless it's crystalized
+Put one high, smoke the pain away, the morning time
+Only a [?], snapback vintage
+[?] image on the sweater screen-printed
+Same tripping, molly got me seeing visions
+Lifestyle like [?]
+Never slip into your holy superstitions
+[?] wise, if I pull it guarantee I'm a fucking killerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Back 2 The Future[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Back to the future
+Yo all I need is just a snippet of the orchestra
+And now we rockin' leathers and my team is dippin' Porsches
+Trained in special forces I remain the same
+Modeling the rugby with the horses on it, I'm lookin' gorgeous on it
+A light gallop
+The suit is seersucker like a scallop
+Cop the land and over time you see the price pile up
+My life style the dream of money though it feel nostalgic
+It's sunny skies and good karma that keep the cheese surrounding (You'd be astounded motha'fucka)
+I'm known to kick it like I'm Ronaldinho
+My rhymes are spicy as a jalapeño, '87 fine Yovino
+Cash the drift, one leaf wrap up the reefer
+Now the vision seem clear, just like the cover on the beeper
+Zero-10, 7:15, month of July
+Shorty blowing on my dick my eyes closed, smoke in the sky
+Exhale, right through my nose
+North bound, headed for gods
+First check, a quarter mil
+Half that, split with the squad, kid
+
+[Interlude: Action Bronson]
+Damn it's like, I don't even know which way to go no more man
+Just reflecting on my life now
+I gotta get with it
+Yo
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+Deep reflection, smoking drug as the wind blow
+Ash the $50 marijuana out the window
+My golden aura shine, rising past the borderline
+I crush the grape like a Greek to make a gorgeous wine
+Open the Dutch and let tobacco fly through the wind, the saga begin
+.38 parts, vivid like photography lens
+Soon to see me dip mahogany Benz
+I'm into quality, monogamy with all of my gems
+That means I'm, true to it
+The beat I give the flu to it
+Or maybe AIDS if I had it, 'cause I'm a fuckin' addict
+I'm on the terrace drinkin' wine and eatin' fuckin' rabbit
+To cleanse the palate, lemon segments tossed up in the salad
+Spark the pepper, my mind is like a Harvard lecture
+Bronsolini going Persian on the carpet texture
+Ancient Roman on the architecture
+Straight outta' mothafuckin' Queens, my team, we got the heart to wet ya'
+A Dutch Master like Robben and Sneijder, strike like a viper
+The bottom of shoe tap like a typewriter
+Pipe slider, I'm a fuckin' ninja warrior
+We do the drug and eat ćevapi in Astoria
+I ride zebras all through the jungle, take rock and never fumble
+Shoot gun, right from the waist, slide piece to make it mumble on the come through
+Several grams are stuffed inside the grundle
+Saw the goal line, went airborne and did a tumble
+Then I landed on my feet the two G's, impressed the sand
+Wipe sweat, right off my brow, next door, dig up the lamb
+That's been roasting over seven hours
+Bronsolini smoke the deadly sour
+A fuckin' winner like I'm Kenny PowersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ring Ring[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
+Uh
+Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
+It's the captain, skipper
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+To all the women that I hurt in the past, I didn't mean it (Sorry)
+Now that we clear, come here, put your mouth right here (Uh huh)
+I'm rare like a white deer with spiked hair (Uh)
+New Nike Airs, smoke big cigars in a nice chair (Uh)
+Oh why, oh why do I feel like I'm starving in Lionheart?
+And sniffled every drug that's on the science chart (Damn)
+I got a Mayan heart and I'm running
+Like I'm Deion once the sirens start
+Ring ring by the park, my pants keep falling
+I hop the fence easy (Uh)
+They stopped chasing, damn, my ID dirty
+Habañero, eat thirty, swerve off (Skrt)
+Genesis, I Can't Dance blasting
+Heavy metal hand clapping, captain, uh
+
+[Refrain: Big Body Bes]
+Machine gun money
+
+[Break: Action Bronson]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's me
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+I'ma stay fly until I'm up on that big spaceship in the sky (Sky)
+The money coming with me when I die (Yes)
+My drugs are coming with me when I die (Uh)
+Nobody better cry (No), nobody better cry, man (No)
+If you need me, I'm at the bottom of Lake Titicaca
+Watching Euro Cup soccer, Portugal won, it was a shocker (Uh)
+This rhythm open up my chakra (Uh)
+And it keep telling me to cop the Porsche in aqua (Ooh)
+It also said your boy is destined for an Oscar (Ooh)
+And for my birthday, mommy blessed me with a chopper (Oh)
+On my worst day, you couldn't clean my boxers
+Or diagnose this mind with eighty doctors (Uh)
+Life's a box of chocolates, it's me, man
+
+[Refrain: Big Body Bes]
+Machine gun moneyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hard Target[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+Huh-huh, huh
+Uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ayo, the weed don't even hit me like it used to (Nah)
+When I was youthful (Damn, why?)
+Man, I don't even know how to pray, dog (Fuck)
+This big, long shit get sprayed off, uh
+Ruined my life bettin' my money on them gray dogs (Fuck it)
+If I die today I'm still gon' live forever (Forever)
+I might just pop up when it's long leather jacket weather (Undertaker)
+When the caddy drive a little slower (Woo)
+When that haze hit my lung (Swoo)
+And my eyes get a little lower (Swoo)
+They had the camcorders goin' at the cookout (Uh)
+If police approach (Uh-uh), you can hear the whistles from the lookouts (Yeah)
+Shit man, I just put two fuckin' books out (Two of 'em, two of 'em)
+Bestsellin' author, motherfucker, I'm good now (I'm good now), shit
+
+[Chorus]
+Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
+Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James (James)
+This ain't no kids game (This ain't no kids game, uh)
+Hear me? Uh (Hear me?), yeah
+[Verse 2]
+I broke his jaw on West fourth (Yeah), everybody screamed, "Worldstar" (Worldstar)
+Jumped through the window of my girl's car, then swerved off (Skrr)
+'Bout to cop this fourth floor loft, just off my thoughts (Uh)
+I'm butt naked playin' ball, bitch, hold that (Swish, swish)
+No watch, no chain, just a down to earth gorgeous motherfucker with some fame (Uh, uh)
+Star traveler, a midnight babbler (Uh)
+I narrowly escaped to Babylon (Babylon)
+In a baby blue Porsche wagon Panama, shit Panama
+(Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon)
+I ordered fire roasted turbo from Britney (Uh)
+With the mint leaves (True), plated simply for my family (True)
+Brought all my people with me (All of them)
+Display my art up in the Whitney (Please)
+This chick with me look like Whitney (Just like her)
+And, yeah, she only sniff with fifties (Uh)
+Shit gettin' risky (Risky, risky, risky)
+
+[Chorus]
+Meyhem in your Mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
+Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James
+This ain't no kids game (No), this ain't no kids game
+This ain't no kids game (Ah), hear me? This ain't no kids game (Ah)
+This ain't no kids game (Ah), this ain't no kids game (Ah), uh (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Thousand horses in the Shelby (Vroom, vroom)
+Havin' lunch in the Catacombs
+Doggy, doggy, smell me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Basic bitch, she got the bag with all them LV's
+I like my bags filled up with money straight from Tel Aviv (Bling)
+Or diamonds (Bling)
+And there's nothin' on consignment (Bling, bling, bling)
+I said it's all about the product and not the salesman (Swing, swing)
+New York to Paris, three hours because of tailwind
+I'm so wave it's like I sailed in (Sailed)
+I tell that tale about the great white whale that's on the trail for his paper (ayayayayay)
+Buy a brand new outfit for a motherfuckin' hater
+I'm high as fuck at the seder
+I play ball, pop, I never was a skater (Skater)
+I'm more like big Van Vader (Uh) doin' a layup (Ah), feel me?
+Uh (Let's get out of here)
+[Chorus]
+Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
+Rockin' big chains
+This ain't no kids game, this ain't no kids game
+This ain't no kids game, this ain't no kids game
+This ain't no kids game
+Only for DolphinsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shredder[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah
+It's me, it's me (It's me)
+It's me (It's me)
+
+[Verse]
+Here I am sunk in the Jeep
+Windows up, you can't see the boy
+'Cause these cowards think it's huntin' season (Uh)
+I just pressed a button (Uh)
+And the stuff from the trunk come to the front (Ah)
+Before I throw this pack of dynamite I light the blunt up (Uh)
+Trippin' balls, as I drive the Grand Cherokee Laredo through the mall (Shit)
+Like it's Mario Kart (Ooh)
+Pop the hood, all chrome with the four turbos (Ooh)
+This shit kickin' harder than them four turtles (Woo)
+I'm runnin' backwards was tryna save time (Uh)
+Stage crime (Uh)
+So we can do crimes at the same time (Uh)
+Been tap dancin' on the rock for so long I made wine (Uh)
+Just tryna stay low from Shaitan
+So I put my shades on (Oh, man), head to toe suede on (Uh)
+Yeah, I'm lookin' like Blade 2 (Uh), cook up a strange soup (Uh)
+Hand to hand money get exchanged, it's all the same
+No motherfuckin' change, it's the game bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Amuse Bouche[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+
+I been fly since the Big Bossman feud with the Mountie
+Bobby Bacalhau, crocodile, know the proper style
+Curtis Martin run the rock in for the Jets yo
+I would watch my older cousins makin' profits on the steps, made my mind up
+Never see me hustlin' for Honda's, Eyes are on the Zonda, eyes low from puffin ganja
+My fuckin life is like a ghetto drama, sip the green tea
+Polish off the metal cause we men of honor
+You see the P, left side of the Cardigan sweaty
+Well now you know that I'm a rocker like Marty Jannetty
+The low shit, kill the pussy with the whole dick
+Slicker than the oil on the marble with the flow shit
+Hard bottoms cat's be clickin' like the horses do
+We just dined, but I'm down to take your portion too
+Smoke a few sticks, poke a few tricks
+Shave the points off the game call it Blue chips
+This ain't Shaq an penny action squeeze the Mac elevy
+Tsunami lyric from the inner corner crack the levy
+Snake the hash cause my skills tight pair the salmon with the dill right
+Grab your hammer and hold your shield tight
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+My life is inches from death I blow the piff on the step
+Spit the phlegm, hold my dick when I rap, plus the suede feet
+Play the street, hear the music of the city lights flashin
+With high fashion and some nice titties
+Drug dealers sell the drugs are for realin
+Angry mothers cuff there children when they walk in the buildin'
+We stand tall, like the great wall i'll never fall
+Disobey the law, summer spring and fall don't forget the winter
+Before Splinter and the turtles, rock the lightweight
+Lo' jacket with the man, hopin the hurdle vicious with verbal
+Stuffed inside your bitch is a gerbil, seven platters on the table
+Dutch's filled up with herbal, grow accustom to the fast life
+Raise the glass, tap the glass twice now they flick the picture
+Cause we passed nice Peace to Queens though heavy on the C-note
+Ricky Steamboat one love BronsolinioEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Body LanguageAction Bronson
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Hey yo
+It's the aggressor with the nickle plated pressure
+Hit you hard like London Fletcher, leave you sleeping on the stretcher
+Action Osama ain't the one to play games with
+Ain't shit changed dick, I'm still the same with the same click, prick
+Cross your legs when you sit down in the chair
+My nuts are there, rape your mother live in despair
+We'll take the candy out your daughters mouth
+Order up a porterhouse, smoke a quarter ounce
+Cores at the Norvin House, corner standing below three
+Frozen cheeks, frozen feet
+Niggas holding heat cause its a cold street
+Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face, roll another blunt to chase
+Roasted perfection perfectly done to taste
+Old and new it's Nike zooted like a lunar flight
+Been blowing Buddha right, I never eat the tuna, sike
+Both fists are gloved up, you dumb fuck
+Get left in dump trucks, when I commence the duck hunt
+Two o'clock you hear the cannon pop, right outside the Spanish spot
+Converted the drug den we call the cannon spot
+Grab the money out the safe, shoot him in the waist
+Just a little taste, before I finish off his face
+Sports drop lightly breaded like a pork chop
+Drug and gems, money stashed it in the floor spot
+Barry Bronson shooting juice before the Mitchell Report
+Never snitching in court, we blitzing the fort
+All my niggas pitching for sport
+Putting up Clemen numbers, four bitches shit in the bag
+And now there's seven Hummers
+[Verse 2: Science]
+Hey yo a fantasy crazy the form it is
+Of a supreme being that has strange ways of gathering cream
+Grade-A stopped of cop blocked hard rocks and
+Get knocked by undercover narcs in the park after dark
+Oil dripping, tire spinning free will showing that crime sells
+Doing big deals with krills, eating high-priced meals
+We still dipping police, flipping hashish
+Causing moms great grief, when you hit them streets
+Cause we have precise understanding of dismantling
+Words you planning, you start to scrambling
+Put your life to gambling, the black heart nigga
+Who start shit no babe? departed
+I know more than one word besides arson
+I got intensity with my history
+Blaze, haze more than the sun rays
+Glow more the MICer with the Jerry-curl glaze
+My passion is right there with fashion
+I feel a fever
+That's why I'm reaching like a baby that was teething
+Saying it's time for me to start the eating
+Science is teaching
+You preaching prophecies of an untold road
+That finally unfold that behold the truth of the real foes
+ID's were known
+My pat is on they toes
+Shot fired, police scatter like crows
+Full-body blow
+React like a high women terrain like it's Halo
+Blunts burn slow, I put pieces together like it's Lego
+Before you say go, six niggas hit the floor like "Yeyo!"
+Dry up and crumble like it's Play-Doh
+Because I say so
+Rest in peace 357
+My baby, I love herEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jerk Chicken[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+From the Colosseum Block to the Island, "What the blood clot?"
+Stay designing, always wiling, and we puff pot
+Queens to Brooklyn, no lies, give 'em 'nought shot
+Chicken been getting jerked before your little nuts dropped
+You know the mantra, Tyson in [El Fonta?]
+The i-tal jockey keep me fucking like a monsta'
+Her landing strip is red like hair that's on Tatanka
+I'm steady diving in chocolate like Willy Wonka
+I take a knee and shoot a duck in the air
+Five minutes, I'm making stuffing filled with truffles and pears
+I'm lapping "Go," while you only move a couple of squares
+But still take out some time to do some drugs in the stairs
+"Freeze! Lay on your stomach," what the popo said
+My team selling the patties, getting cocoa bread
+Babylon, them have to catch me, burn up on the irie!
+Never die, I'ma give it to you my way!
+Yo, peace to the chicken spot, peace to patty spot
+Peace to the types of spot that Veggie Castle dready spot
+The dollar van, the Wallabe and Reggie spot
+And if a coward wanna rump I give him seven shots
+
+[Hook]
+Y'all wan' test we? I'm in the corner puffing Marley
+Got the knife inside the boot, hoping they don't shoot
+Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow
+Y'all wan' test we? I'm in the corner puffing Marley
+Got the knife inside the boot, hoping they don't shoot
+Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow
+[Verse 2: Maffew Ragazino]
+Ay, ya no wan' rump with the senior
+Who lean like he mixed Jamaican rum and tequila
+Trail a load of hoes from Kingston and Montego
+Keep dick hard like Rottweiler Mandingo
+Bob Marley ganja, stuffed up in the fanta
+Pass the dutchie towards San Fransisco
+Where your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaani
+Hoes know the Movado!
+Lick a shot for Windswee
+I am living dangerously, Barrington Levy
+Make the girl wine like Beenie "Sim Simma"
+Keys to my new bitch bimma, her name Serena
+Rastafarian reefer got me feeling so irie, tranquil and leisure
+Berry salmon and jerk chicken
+Oxtail, gravy on white rice and fried plantainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I RememberDamn
+Mad late
+My fucking hernias popping out of my stomach and shit
+
+[Verse]
+Yo
+She bent over in a mirror taking pictures
+Crew a bunch of dykes and some Puerto Rican strippers
+From Ridgewood she did her thing just like a bitch should
+But in the morning started burning, I can't piss good
+I cleared that up though
+Diver’s scallops, sear ‘em
+Seven grams of fuzzy in the palm’ll be the serum
+The Rocketeer, out in Switzerland we poppin’ there
+Mulatto babies cause you know your boy's a chocolatier
+Haze galore, going Asian on the carpet
+Artichokes and lamb
+From the land not from the market
+Blunts rolled consecutively
+Who every really thought this motha fucka destined to be?
+This type of style on the mic
+Get razzled, dazzled
+Stretch you like pilate
+Penetrate your flower then I split
+Karate
+The shotty Hollywood, I gave the bitch a nosejob
+And fuck a new Benz I'd rather cop the old Saab
+Velour down short set paired with the cream joints
+Wine, I always swirl it and smell it
+Make an esteemed choice
+My cheese sauce always known to keep a fiend moist
+I swear my words’ll have me hopping out the green Royce
+Rolls and blunted, crispy chicken, aged cheddar
+Lonnie got a block of cheese, no it ain't feta
+The semi-soft flow master with the hemi-talk
+I'm higher than the motha fuckas at the heliport
+Bronsolini Bronsolafski BronsolinioEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dear Heather[Verse One: Action Bronson]
+(This that beautiful shit)
+She got the bathwater running, honey smelling like some almond milk
+Lavender and cocoa nib, hop on a pogo stick
+Don’t mind her, she’s only here for taking photos, shit
+Unless you wanted to jump in all on the low, low
+I love your pussy lips, the fatness and the shape of ‘em
+And plus they got a little shake to them, many times forsaken ‘em
+Improper use had led you to the doctor many times
+In the past year, keep the flask near
+Drink away the sorrows, reaching for tomorrow
+Dip out of the country with this time that I have borrowed
+Never to return again but you could write me with the feather
+To my number one fan, I love you Heather
+
+[Hook: Macie Stewart]
+You’ve got me feeling so fine
+And I can hardly find the time, yeah
+Tomorrow’s so far down the line
+So sit yourself down and unwind
+
+[Verse Two: Rockie Fresh]
+This year, I took a hundred flights
+Which mean my girl cried a hundred nights
+Hundred groupie hoes I gave the pipe
+But I still found time to get my paper right
+Big money on it, tell ‘em go and count the pile
+Man I swear to God this life is wild
+You be creative and they take your style
+Lot of bitches out here lame, they just in denial
+We keep it cool but she hot as hell, we make it melt
+She got me living with a feeling that I never felt
+And every day we smoke the dopest dope that has been dealt
+I had to leave because I’m getting booked just like a show
+She told me I’m a learn that some people ain’t worth the help
+And you show them the ropes, they go and hang they self
+And I gotta listen to anything that Heather say
+I gotta stay shining, don’t wanna see Heather gray
+Aye
+[Hook: Macie Stewart]
+You’ve got me feeling so fine
+And I can hardly find the time, yeah
+Tomorrow’s so far down the line
+So sit yourself down and unwindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+East Bound and Down[Verse: Action Bronson]
+Hit the clutch, shift to the gear
+Mash on the gas. You're soon to see me
+Right by the lake just like a bass (kid)
+Burn these sticks like a native, gold potatoes, cold tornados
+Hash is like a ball of Play-Do
+But never play, though, tryin' to get that play dough
+To have the whole team creamy like alfredo
+The mozzarella, basil, oil, and tomato
+The thirty year balsamic laid up on that table
+Next to me, a cigarette of drugs lay
+There in my lungs that's while i'm driving, never drunk, wait
+In the taxi shorty blessing me with tongue play
+Ditch the cab, gonna twist it up the one-way
+She lost a shoe, I bounced - dipped on her
+Just a victim of the cold world to get warmer
+Then I dipped with my spic friend in a quick Honda
+Pick up a package from Juan down at the ship harbor
+Sell it off in the crib, making the shit marble
+Mar-vel taking chugs out of the big bottle
+Dick sucks disappears thanks to a thick model
+Her ass is fat but the coconut is a bit hollow
+No point in asking if the motherfucking bitch swallow
+Absolut(e), like the shit that's in the clear bottle
+Straight from Sweden, see me counting money cheesin'
+Ducks get shot out the sky, that's when it's huntin' season
+Phone rings fiendin' for stuff, Danny Tanner
+I handle business like a man, you're just a tranny dancer
+I'm going down, kid
+East motherfucking bound and down, bronsolino
+Bon appetite, bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dealer Plates[Hook]
+At times I get too drunk to fuck, too high to deal with shit
+I might just spend a hundred at the dealership
+Even my haters gotta feel this shit
+Enjoy the show, bitch you could suck my dick
+You, you could suck my dick
+
+[Verse]
+As smoke lingers, the Earth spins like the ball on Earl "The Pearl" Monroe fingers
+I've been a boat swinger, in my "Stone Cold" Steve Austin shirt with the clicker
+You know we're still here, don't get mad at me
+I've just been hooked on Grey's Anatomy
+A good thing about that, is I could probably be a surgeon
+'cause I could cut flesh with no burden
+Drop a tab of acid
+Let's just be for certain
+The reaper lurkin'
+In 1997 dog, my beeper was chirpin'
+The 850's started speaking German
+To find the true meaning you must be determined
+I just want to be on T.V. forever like Chris Berman
+Have diamonds blind my eyes while my wrist turnin'
+Have my lady suck my dick while the spliff burnin'
+It's picture perfect, man
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+Feel me, right? I know you feel me, right?
+I know you feel me right, uh
+[Hook]
+At times I get too drunk to fuck, too high to deal with shit
+I might just spend a hundred at the dealership
+Even my haters gotta feel this shit
+Enjoy the show, bitch you could suck my dick
+You and you, you could suck my dick
+And you, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Action Bronson Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #065[Intro: Action Bronson & Funk Flex]
+Just put my motherfucking album out man
+Just put- yo, Flex man you- (let's get up?)
+Just put my motherfucking album out man (yeah, let's get up?)
+Just put my motherfucking album out
+
+[Verse: Action Bronson & Funk Flex]
+Neck tattoos of praying hands couldn't help me
+But I still smile for they selfie
+Ah
+
+Nah we could do it again, we could do it again
+Nah we don't do anything again man
+You wanna go from there?
+I just wanna let them know something
+I just wanna let you know (uh huh)
+I'm back (be clear)
+Queens is in the motherfucking building man
+
+What up Mr. Baklava, we haven't seen you in a while
+It's great to see that smile
+Your hair looks wonderful, let me push this chair up under you
+The weather's beautiful, you must have brought the sun with you
+You're getting slimmer and you're tanner huh?
+And you're speaking perfect Spanish, must have spent some time in Panama
+I gotta tell you that you're absolutely glowing
+All that fishing and relaxing that you're doing, it's showing
+Uh, I might take up rowing, lay low until it's snowing
+Then pop up looking Samoan
+Mad suede covers my toes and, my fancy words keep me frozen
+Uh, it's so easy being me, 'cause I'm that same OG
+All I wanna do is blow my weed and stroke my queen
+And buy a fleet of blue boats for the team
+Fuck man, yo, my BMW scrape the floor
+You understand? (I'm clear)
+My BMW
+
+The side of my crib looking like Wrigley field, covered wit' ivy
+I could have been one of the Isley's
+Nothing surprises me I'm obviously high in the driver's seat
+It's like I'm rhyming on a silent beat
+The groove move like voodoo put a needle in the doll
+Yo is that Don Cheadle in the car? It looks just like him
+About to watch the documentary that Spike did on Tyson
+
+Shouts to Tracey Morgan you inspire me, man
+I fucking love you
+Blue Chips 7000, "Fuck, That's Delicious" book
+We out here, you understand me?
+Queens in this motherfucker, (clear)
+Always (be clear)
+Always man
+Yo, listen, one more time
+
+Yo, in front of 50,000 screaming, higher than I ever been
+Eyes closed, mommy I'm a rock star
+No one knows that I just woke up
+Got doped up, I just grab the mic and go nuts
+Eat donuts because I'm robust
+I like to sit on women's shoulders
+Red karate outfits like I'm Sho'nuffEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dance SongVerse 1
+
+I'm in the party rock the short set
+Spanish mommi in the corset
+Go right to the bathroom to get the whore wet
+Never raw sex, yes I wear the plastic honey
+I'm magic Bronsonelli spending all the magic money
+Keep on grinding my dick
+We'll be on Facebook in 20 seconds holding knives in the flick
+Shorty dancing with her tittes out
+Staring at me with that pretty mouth
+Yo I'm bound to dig the kitty out
+Just take me back to the youth
+The tommy hil guess g rock the gortex on the boot
+Smelling like shoup, you see me flex in the coup
+Guess I came a long way from smoking bless on the stoop
+But still, never frontin little hookers with there hands out
+Shorty pull your pants out, pour the water on it
+Shake it off like a dog
+The sour diesel fog all the fly ladies singing a song
+It's bronson!!!
+
+(Hook)
+
+Verse 2
+We got the liquor flowing heavy, piff holding steady
+Shorty in the room sniffing the confetti
+Well now she talking my ear off
+Whisper in the ear mommi take you brassiere off and show a tit
+I'm on the couch going in on a dance move
+My team a bunch of criminal vandals
+No sandals, high stakes, bitches hopping out the cake
+Bending over, show me how the booty shake
+She did a split, stop and pop it like cherokee
+Moving one cheek at a time right to the melody
+I wanna bite her on the back
+Crumple dollar bills and throw em right up her crack
+I'm going in, you peep the trim, snappy dappy dugout
+Her pussy dripping yo I had to throw my rug out
+Sunrise and the dicksucks and liquor pouring
+Not a single motherfucker in my clique is snoringEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Long Time[Intro]
+(Another)
+Shit got me creeping ‘round the block, yeah
+
+[Hook]
+From the bar to the penthouse, shit done changed
+I’m a pro, I ain’t playing in no pick up games
+You want your paper and I want mine on time
+It’s funny, I’ve only been doing this shit since ‘09
+That’s not a long time (another, another)
+That’s not a long time
+That’s not a long time
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+It starts off being for the love then it changes
+Shaking hands with strangers, hopping in and out of Rangers
+Arrangements with spa treatments in the Caymans
+Soufflé served fresh out the oven, look amazing
+Addiction to the finer things in life
+No more Sizzler, no more Golden Corral
+Even though Body loves that shit, it’s beneath us
+Gum under my sneakers
+I just came off tour, bought my mom a new knee
+It’s a new day, motherfucker meet the new me
+I’m so ahead of the game I’m playing 3K in a Kufi
+You still acting like a groupie
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Roll out of bed to cold marble floors in the summer
+I need my bank account like a German phone number
+Call Klaus, I want the Porsche loaded
+Shit look like it’s doing aerobics, all white like Maury Povich
+I wasn’t given this, I chose this
+I’m eating well so I’m looking bloated
+I’m on the plane, but I could have floated, uh
+You know I’m golden, just like the hair on Hulk Hogan
+The pure oil makes me cough like when the doctor checks my nuts for cancer
+Hop in a Lancer like a dancer, I’m the answer
+The many different questions Russian scientists don’t even know
+I guess that you ain’t need to know
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke
+Drink what I wanna drink
+Buttnaked in the Cherokee
+You know I’m high ‘til they bury me
+I’m staying high ‘til they bury me
+Yo, I’mma smoke what I wanna smoke
+Drink what I wanna drink
+Buttnaked in the Cherokee
+I’m staying high ‘til they bury me
+Too high to die ‘til they bury me
+(It's not a long time)
+(Another, another)
+(It's not a long time)
+(It's not a long time)
+(It's not a long time)
+(Another, another)
+[Produced by: Statik Selektah]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tim Westwood Freestyle[Intro]
+Uh, Queens man
+Here we are
+2013 and beyond
+Fuck all the talking
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, I rock the AIDS walk hat, Smoke a baseball bat
+Get paid off rap, I copped an 8 all black
+Hop out Laredo's, Equipped with the potato strap
+Get turned to home fries, That's by any means to see the dough rise
+Ill! This bitch's pussy smell like low tide
+No pride, Fuck it I'll just hold my breath
+Suplex a fiend at the Sizzler
+Damn shorty got a shitter
+Me and my father hit it back to back like Griffey
+Big black girl bad fake missy
+You could catch me in a line for my SS
+I need some red sweats and a box of reds
+I make the consommé from the lobster head
+Now a days I'm getting lots of head
+Uh, 635's drop with the aqua treads
+10 stacks for a dap, 20 just to look me in the eye
+Body'll shoot you in the thigh
+Flip outta the whip, dip, I'm out
+Change it up man
+[Verse 2]
+We outta here with this one
+Uh, Aw man
+This is that, that beautiful shit right here
+I choose you, you fucking ho
+Yo tilt the goblet, Staring in the middle of the cockpit
+Spanish bitch displayed up in some ostrich
+Quinceañera freak dancing
+Grant Hill's laced up with the x Helly Hansen
+Foggy night hustle til' the sun up
+Stumbling anonymous
+Fuck around find your leg by the Gowanus Bridge
+Over do it send your penis to your mama' crib
+That's what happens when you open your vagina lips
+Only focus on the merges and acquisitions
+Commas on accounts, robbin' 'em like Yount
+Boy you don't want no probelums, I got the opera lungs
+Andrea Bocelli, Hit the telly, Lift my belly
+Called off the ?
+Baby there's no mistakin' my life is etched in granite, Sophisticated palate
+Sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and umami
+I'm eating oysters off of diamonds in Hawaii with 3 dykes that play ball for the Liberty
+Finished the sequel now I'm lighting up the trilogy
+Like E-Honda when he's smashing up the Lexus
+Luger arms, baby it's all about accoutrements
+Queens shit, That's how we fucking do in London, Tim Westwood
+Bam Bam Bronsolinio we out here!
+Uh!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Night CourtBehind door one:
+There's three things: greed, fortune, and fame
+Door two:
+You might be happy but nobody know your name
+Door three:
+The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence
+Door four:
+You on the bench and got the drugs inside your favorite Tims
+
+Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked
+Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat -
+Down on the pavement
+Diamond laser engraved it
+Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went
+I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior
+I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now
+Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous
+Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my
+Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh
+Rhymin the best
+Yo,,Bronsolini fans see hymen and breast
+Talking sushi grade
+My flow is linen and the shoes are suede
+The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid
+That's for the first course
+The core burst off and hail
+We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell
+Tonight we living life until we say goodnight
+Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight
+
+My time always the right time
+I'm surfing getting wavy
+Like Hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind
+Zagat rated thirty foot decor
+The food and service
+Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis
+Never nervous cause I'm ready
+Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy
+Artichokes cover spaghetti
+Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences
+Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses
+One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer
+Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer
+Ready to tango
+Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol
+Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh
+Mango, that's for the lassi
+I love when bitches sassy
+Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi
+Then I give her a german brunch
+And now she turning stunts
+Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts
+
+I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice
+And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face
+Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes
+Rhyme butter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak
+Aged to perfection, that's how I like the vino
+We rolling ceelo
+Throw like Marino
+Cruise in the Regal
+In overdrive like my libido
+I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the pussy fetal
+It's Bronsolino
+Just light the dutch up
+Leather loaf and mash the clutch up
+We getting fucked up
+I make the motherfucker beam a [?] up
+Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers
+Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres
+In my defense, it's like the '85 Bears
+There's no jail tales
+Poetry in motion like I'm Gale Sayers
+Before Maguire took his first needle
+Yo, we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal -
+Positioning I know you hear me but not listening
+We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen
+The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer
+Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square
+Ton of flair like Rick I hold the pick
+And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick
+Get off the dick because we busting now
+And when we come we eating crepes, you know we order up a dozen nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Forbidden Fruit[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+As I step in the door, you in your bathrobe
+Pour you a little more wine, I see your glass low
+Scared of a real man, from dealing with these assholes
+Just drink ya wine and then will step up in the bath, slow
+Soak your body, cause its begging for a loving touch
+Light the candle, and ima light another Dutch
+Then we slip into a place that's only you & me
+Put it deep, like the bottom of the bluest sea
+You too young to be locked down, truancy
+Always got ya hair down, rockin your jewelry
+Killing these other bitches, word, reading their eulogy'
+Hips insane
+The pussy? Foolery
+At the end of the day baby it's you & me
+At the end of the day honey it's you & me
+Just you & meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shorty Bop With A Hook[Verse 1]
+As I roll the weed up, crack a brew and pull the seat up
+Got doulas do the maneuver, so daddy putting his feet up
+I'm multi-talented, my worth is more than music
+Make the truth sticks, Bronsolini I'm on that smooth shit
+Perfect posture when I'm standing in the valley
+The artichokes are roasted to perfection like Batali, dude
+Peace to my people and the groupies let me jam the coochi
+Tropical island destinations hopping out the coupé
+My flow is Sexual Chocolate not outta Jackson Heights
+But out of Flushing where we hitting hard like Quinton Jackson fights
+Been on the rampage, you motha fuckas half as nice
+Verbally jig you with the banger then I pass the knife
+Right to my man because he always in position
+To split you like it's division, deliver with the precsion
+Of Eleven weapons posing by as Heaven beckons
+You on that escalator up in under seven seconds
+
+[Hook]
+Yo why my marijuana always thinking crime shit?
+Cause lambs delicious with the '87 wine dig
+The whip feel good, we're shifting with the left hand
+The leather glove and loafer matching with the vest and
+I'm on a mission for dollars and I'm a dreamer
+Doing drugs and fucking bitches with bottles inside the steamer
+It's hard not to form a habit I'm getting twisted in the yard
+Eating foreign rabbits, I'm on that next ShitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+XXL Freshman Freestyle: Action BronsonWinter time, the Beamer color Danny Glovers neck
+Better be careful who you runnin' with
+I'm at the top of the food chain there's blood inside the water
+I had to grow up fast because I had to feed my daughter, right
+Make this right at the light
+Pop a Uie lite the ooey
+Now I'm higher than some Ewing's
+Breezing on the belt
+Rocking sheep skin sheeps at bay
+Damn Bronson why you be that way
+Bitch I'm still that same motherfucker that you know from youth
+From goof troop
+Now you sticking drugs inside your poop shoot
+New Coupe on the duce felxin' heavy
+Perfect plex her pussy at the Getty
+I'm alpha feddie
+Pull the limo on the lawn
+Jump out I'm just hallucinating, acid and a Knicks hat
+Burner in her dress pants
+Knife inside my left hand
+Now theres just a dead lamb
+Tryin' to feed my fam
+Ooh yeah, ten golden grams
+No bears
+Fold paper like chairs
+Pulled off capers by the stairs
+Capers on the veal piccata
+Lost paper 'cause Prince Fielder couldn't field a fucking pop up
+Fucking bastard, it's meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fuck Me Till I Die[Action Bronson]
+Bronsolini, Hugginatti, Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rim
+
+[J-love]
+J-Love son, the gangster ass dj ass nigga son you know that nigga son
+
+[Action Bronson]
+Pussy tight, ass like a leather shoe, chilling on the stoop with a special brew
+Mickey D’s she’s never seen a vegetable but she knows how to hum on the testicles (huhhuhh)
+Foreign helmet, Turkish breakfast, hot pearl necklace on her breastes (ahhh)
+Got her drooling like a retard lapses (aaoaouu) now the shorty told me i should enter through her neck kid
+40s to the ring love kissing asshole top by the feet with the lasso
+Hit her with a little dick Rhonda with the cash flow
+She can take 7 brothers no hassle
+
+[Meyhem Lauren]
+Holla back, back of your throat and all that, Yeah
+Whats good with your mouth, let me borrow ya mouth for a minute
+
+[Meyhem Lauren]
+Nasty girl come let me hit it Jay Steelz next nigga gotta get it
+Smash that thrust thrust pass its all good about to throw my fist in her ass
+Punch her in the face, put her in a headlock, give her children out of wedlock
+Couple bastards running around, make this bitch go down
+
+[ Jay Steelz]
+Imma fuck her to death,fuck her in the ass
+Imm fuck her to death, I’m gonna take her up the ass one time Were gonna fuck her to death
+[ Jay Steelz]
+Marijuana bake it blowing skama naked with a dominatrix
+All her clothes designer(leather), everything finer
+Imm wine her and dine her and 69 her
+Then kiss her rim like Harold Miner
+Slap her soft then pinch harder
+Stick my arm in the rim like Vince Carter
+Pull her hair and suck her titty ain't no fucking with me
+When the game starting
+Tip off above the rim like Dwayne Martin
+Just give me a beat and ill supply the story
+Tell you how she used to eat like a suppository
+(She got it in her asshole) like a car with no gas
+She stay on E, lay on me, she gay for tree
+All she want to do is pass me dro
+I love a nasty hoe to lick up my pistachio(thats my nut)
+I say I’m a chef to arouse a date
+Im serving 2 things tube steak and trouser snake (that dick)
+I want a bitch to hold a hammer yo
+Right next to the work up in the camel toe (she wants that dick)
+And when I’m fucking famished
+She punch me in the mouth with a mouse knuckle sandwich
+No cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese, no cheese
+
+[Karim Fonda]
+She ain't a nasty girl she a dumb ass kid
+She shit a brick when she seen me jizz
+Blew it back like a gust of wind, tapped her jaw shit bust her chin
+She gave me head and a piece of her mind
+And she hating on the one Dontiva Divine uh
+She knows its a waste of time but the memories bitter, taste the lime
+She jerk me off with the fluid stroke and she use dish soap for the extra glide
+That was back when my money could press rewind
+Back when the stable had fresh behind
+Genitals were at the barbarian prime
+Tearing up butt i was on my grind
+Now I’m looking for a brand new groupie
+A nasty girl with a butt that could bouff me
+[J-Love]
+Thats right baby,yeah you little bitch,you make that mouth,TRAMP
+
+[J-Love]
+Wild barbarian open bitch like caesarean hold too much meat never vegetarian
+Chicks miss the J-love the packing district
+Beside him went mystic fuck so explicit
+Orgasm wizard 6 flags roaring rapids
+Ignoring Hiv just ask Magic
+Always riding thoroughbred apple dub jockey
+Dick slapstick Wayne Gretzky hockey
+You know its big papi i slide in Dominicans
+Keep ass on reservation Foxwood Indians
+Glorious sperm discharge in esophagus
+So preposterous tits so monstrous
+Phenomenal rub down twat water drown
+Vagina monologues cum on your night gown
+Alize négligée sour diesel hennesy
+Volcano eruptions cum sucking entreesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m Going Down[Mary J. Blige cover]
+
+[Intro]
+I'm not a singer so I'm going to give the best vocal performance I possibly can. Off the couch. Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Time on my hands since you've been away girl
+I ain't got no plans, no, no, no, no
+And the sound of the rain against my windowpane
+Is slowly, slowly drivin' me insane, oh
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm goin' down
+I'm goin' down
+Cause you ain't around, baby
+My whole world's upside down
+
+[Verse 2]
+Sleep don't come easy, oh please believe me
+Since you've been gone everything's goin' wrong
+Why'd you have to say, "Goodbye", look what you've done to me
+I can't stop these tears from fallin' down my eyes
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm goin' down (haha)
+I'm goin' down
+You ain't around, motherfucker
+My whole world's upside down
+[Bridge]
+Baby love
+(Don't you try to hand me the lyrics)
+Baby love
+Baby love
+(Hold them up for me)
+Goin' down
+I'm goin' down
+I'm goin' down
+I'm goin' down
+I'm from Queens motherfucker
+And that's it, take 'em home
+Take 'em home fellas
+Young Mac, young Dom, young Fred, young Paul, young [?]
+I'm goin' down
+I'm goin' down
+You ain't around, baby
+My whole world's upside down
+
+
+Thank you, thank you, thank you very much
+That was beautiful, what a rendition
+Phenomenon, phenomenonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Funkmaster Flex FreestyleI got this pretty brown queen, her kid's addicted to chicken nuggets
+Used to play college ball, but I'm just trying to ball
+I'm trying to sit on leather 'til my time is called
+When it is, fuck it, it's been a wild ride
+Since '95 with the jean sets
+Beamers that lean left, back on the scene fresh
+Fuck, I'm on the roof doing squats, ain't no boots in the box
+Just some dead white man and his Glock
+The Saab is cock-eyed, doing 360s in front of Popeye's
+Nobody could control me, Allah tried
+But then I ate ribs, fuck, I hate myself, that shit is banging though
+Shoot the pistol, bite the mango, alpha tango
+Bravo
+
+My mother's fist look like it's coughing, it's costly
+Hide the dope inside the four-seat
+Hit me on the jet before 3:00, I'm back at 5:00 like basketball team
+
+Window shopping, wiling out in Holland lately
+Name embroidered on the napkins and the pillow cases
+5th floor view, stare into the square
+Ton of flare, fly jackets, rock the Mother Bear
+Priceless shit, sharpshooter, precise intent
+Pineapple, fried rice, and fish
+Carve my niche, movement on the arms are Swiss
+I charm your bitch, hit the dealer for the jar to twist
+Jogging lightly in an Alfred Dunner, I'm on my second plate
+Seedless grapes, Freyja with the Swedish face
+My style is dope like a fiend with the [?] in his arm
+Send the cut chops right from the farm
+Sauce complexion like a mirror, fortified with wine
+Alfa Romeo Romanos are getting imported by design
+Shawty speaking Dutch to me, then pass the dutch to me
+So many sons, I should file for fucking custody
+QueensEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Friendly Fire[Verse 1]
+Trying to do me, no I'm not concerned with you
+Shutterbugs attack him walking through the terminal
+Out the door and then I hop in the convertible
+Light the Earth, like the sun, stars and moon would do
+Undefeated like I'm Shula's group
+Take a payoff like I'm shoe less soon to see me in the coolest suit
+Crew astute, knowledge like a physicist
+Secretly a Russian spy twisted by the pyramids
+Is it my fault they feel me, more than they feel you?
+And seems nobody does it like I do it, keep it real dude
+I'm not religious feel like God given ability
+Just play your part because your words hold no validity
+I'm on a beach, lay oysters on the half shell
+Words are like a canvas laced with oil color pastel
+I'm in the world strong known to make the Southern moves
+Cause every man is for themselves like Royal Rumble rules
+(Grunts) They say Bronson got an ego, acting like he Regal
+Thought he was my people, just let him go with his ego he on the road kid
+Smoking weed to the neck, mother fuck him
+Can't hold a mother fuckers hand no more
+Done kid, it's just me
+Me and my ego on the trip
+Fuck you bitch! Suck my dick!
+BronsolinoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+On The RealWhy you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl I'm blue
+Because you treat me like shit
+I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
+I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in
+And now somebody else is eating all the pudding
+Things change, now my dashboard wooden
+All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
+Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy
+Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby
+All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short
+Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing
+Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians
+There were times I used to hide my feelings
+Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
+And motherfuckers can't see me
+Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
+Who would've thought I hit you right back?
+Why you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl I'm blue
+So many women wanna call me baby
+And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately
+Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh
+Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
+Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me
+And you could order whatever
+The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce
+You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next
+And I understand that's only cause I'm popular
+I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera
+As Bocelli sings the celly rings
+I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
+I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
+I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
+Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish
+Why you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl I'm blue
+I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
+From a razor in a paper cup
+I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
+I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
+I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's
+I hope there's always snow in your driveway
+I hope you never get off Fridays
+And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays
+I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
+I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
+I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
+And your headphones short, and your charger don't work
+And you spill shit on your shirt
+I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
+Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade
+I hope you happy, I hope you happy
+I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh
+Why you always all on my back?
+Why you gotta do me like that?
+Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
+Baby girl I'm blue
+La la la laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+CevicheHey yo
+Action Bronson
+Solace
+Motha fuckin PF Cuttin
+You 'bout to hear some shit
+
+[Verse 1:Action Bronson]
+Hey yo
+Fry the flamingo when we dining, planters on the table
+Booby shining the rarest diamonds studs around the navel
+Hop out the whip both feet touch at the same time
+Greenbacks consolidated with the grey nine
+Red dawn cook up the fishes with the heads on
+He fanned the Bronsonelli known for never folding bread wrong
+Every bill facing the same direction
+Shit on my feet, split up the middle
+Desert wiley with the suede complexion
+Fill the glass, toast the brew, smoke the basil soup
+Cop and crash a hazel coup, take a nasal too
+Yes indeed I smoke minoras with my people
+I'm rolling up the trilogy before I light the fucking sequel
+Peppers are grilled with the diploma, the smoker
+The apple-wood chip thirty-eight enhancing the aroma
+'95 Karl Kani on the vest set
+Death threats will get your cut ripped and your chest wet
+[Hook: Action Bronson & Solace]
+Exquisite lyric from the vocal so we hold it down
+It's word wizardry the queens niggas hold the crown
+Fresh out the ground got the hookers with the golden gowns
+Profound sound, pound for pound we known the go around
+
+[Verse 2: Solace]
+My every move is major, incredible intrepid flow
+Rep your soul's a spectacle, but's that's just true to nature
+Now who's the crew to lace ya? Timeless, the Truth will amaze ya
+Euphemisms be like euthanasia we through with the flavors
+I read your blueprint watch you take the foolish steps
+You don't deserve my cents if you was UNICEF
+The Judas left the Southern sun and god for thirty pieces
+All my thesis to the wisest recognize the dirty features
+We working on getting work in
+You hear the shotty bursting with Lonnie be lurking
+Say your prayers like Donnie McClurkin
+We fly to the grave site like kamikazes
+And maintain the same brain frame as Hammurabi's
+So paraprofessionals know I'm a be skeptical
+Never handing out respect unless it's exceptional
+Yo just be strategic or get broke into pieces
+By murderous paragraphs that'll leave you paraplegic
+
+[Hook X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Put It In Your Mouth (Valentines Day Remix)[Verse 1 : Action Bronson]
+Well you could, lick it, flip it, taste it if you wanna
+I ain’t gonna chase you round and sweat the pussy like a sauna
+Her skin shown a touch of cinnamon and chocolate cookie
+Fuck it 8 times raw, I call it octopussy
+White shores, a little moist right by the pussy line
+Now it’s push, push, push, right in the tushy time
+Smooth landing, that mean she got a baldy
+She sucking pee pee, making bread just like Grimaldi
+But I'm the hero, serving sausage like its San Gennaro
+Forget your past and come with me because your man is zero
+I’m the whole shit, vintage from the cellar
+The floor is made of glass and not the slipper Cinderella
+Yeah, let’s mind the beat don’t know to pass it twice with flying colors
+Talking crazy on the text but now you're shy in covers
+That don’t fly bitch, I thought you was a fly bitch
+Turn that ass around and let me hit you with the heimlich
+
+[Verse 2 : Hologram]
+Mami can fuck me for free, or suck for a fee
+Trust and you’ll see, it’s nothing to me
+I need me a cutie, with a pachutie
+I’m on duty, hitting the booty cause
+My nigga Magic Johnson came through with a hummer
+Jay fucking Steele left a rim shot like a drummer
+And she was from cali so she said it’s a bummer
+I gave a rim job to a nimrod, I’ve been hard
+With a dumb bitch, in that 65 impala she had one switch
+She had one wish, she said she wanna have my dick like a baby
+No maybe, she like dark meat, white gravy
+And we was uptown so I told her I’m wavy
+And now I got a little message for a young lady
+Wash your leather cheerio after you take a dumpington
+Cause when we start to humpington
+I’m going in your rumpington
+One thing I won’t have twice is shit dick, say it
+[Chorus]
+In my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth baby
+In my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Northern and RoozyTurn me up a little bit, man
+Just a little
+Let me feel the summer breeze in my hair
+Whip it, in the convertible
+Queens shit
+Cruising down Queens Blvd. by the mall
+Go to get the Ices, yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+
+School is out, playing ball inside the park
+Then the liquor and the weed is introduced after it's dark (uhh)
+Playing spades in the back corner
+Dick sucks in the crisp air, 'olas in the crisp pair
+Of sneakers
+That were designed for David Robby
+Sleeping on the benches, all with good intentions
+To wake up and do the same shit again
+Everyday was like a week and it seemed to never end, and
+Get the wrench, spray the hydrant in the street
+When I seen that special girl, she had me flying on my feet (uhh)
+Shirt wet, damn, I'm trying to hurt that
+Two girls, one boy, want her to birth that
+Years later though, we living in the moment
+Caught up in the young love, kissing and the holding
+Sharing lo mein, hit the A train to Rockaway
+Plus she only lived a block away
+Damn I miss her
+[Hook 2x]
+
+This summer love happened underneath the boardwalk
+Souls in tune so there's never need for small talk
+She held my heart, and no, she'd never leave my side
+Through the years, through the struggle
+Was a thing of pride
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+Slush puppies, cocoa, mango, cherry
+Mexicans on Roosevelt
+Pounding down the Chevy
+Go to 1-6-1, to watch the Yankees play
+Years later and I'm dealing with the family court shit
+On the same block, pressure make the veins pop
+Cop a forty dollar holler out of Bangkok
+But I'm in Queens
+Diversity the best
+Yellow to the chocolate shorty's
+Powders on their chest
+
+[Hook 2x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Treadmill Freestyle[Action Bronson]
+Ahh!
+
+[Killer Mike]
+Yo
+Yo
+
+[Action Bronson]
+Yo
+
+[Killer Mike]
+Yo
+
+[Action Bronson]
+Listen
+
+[Killer Mike]
+Yo
+
+[Action Bronson]
+On my head I got the flashlight
+
+[Killer Mike]
+Yo
+The fuck are you doing?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+November RainSmoke wax, hat low like a marine
+The only way to describe the scene was serene
+Serena Williams in the BM doing neck thrusts
+I need that check cut laid on the deck getting sexed up, green Harley
+The only way to describe the colour of the seat was Steve Harvey
+Sleep hardly, rock a loafer to the beach party
+My weed smell like when your niece farted
+Throw acid on your cheek, oh man
+Throw acid on your cheek, now you're a work of art
+Beauties only skin deep, they'll still accept you
+Stuff a quarter pound of drug inside the asshole of a German shepherd
+My jacket made of Cuban leopard
+My shoe's old habitat was the rain forest
+Feed my family with the main harvest
+I used to have a snake but that motherfucker escaped
+His cousin not so lucky, got made into a bucket hat
+I'm truly a classic, shooting dice with Ernie Anostas
+Your team'll see gurnies and caskets
+That's it, bastard
+This shit I mastered
+Do a backflip
+Out of the black whipEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nothing To Worry About[Hook: Peter Bjorn and John]
+Do this thing, this type of thing
+Put a little money in this type of thing
+I've got nothing to worry about
+I've got nothing to worry about
+
+[Verse 1]
+Speak in the third person, he don't like it when he overlooked
+Last year he was a cook, always been a crook
+Handing money out, his palms are feeling itchy
+You still a bitch if you bitch, b
+He make the paper, never made he, seat laid back
+In a five wagon, champagne, eat off rap
+Twin angels made of porcelain
+Prayer scripted on the black Steve Austin shit
+Yo, you lost it, kid
+Call my Peter Luger Junior, keen shop house in shorts
+Island hopping, winter time
+Pad Thai with the peanuts and the bitter lime
+And shorty will take a shit on the chest of any stupid bitch that you consider fine
+He one of a kind off the couch
+He piss standing up
+He read books and write poetry
+And he strong as a Samoan
+Straight from Flushing and you know it, bitch
+[Verse 2: Peter Bjorn and John]
+Negative, why always so negative?
+If you have problems, why don't you go solve them?
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Growin Up[Action Bronson]
+
+“DABBLE IN TRUFFLES”
+
+Spark a seance, Niggas moving packs like crayon
+Delicate ray on tap while he gently put the spray on
+Turn to Tommy was the ID when i caught the robbery
+No more playing lobbies smuggle drugs in bitches bodies
+Elegance on the mic corruption chaos man of Steel
+The triple goose that we know, foie gras with every meal
+A glass of red glass of white glass of pink
+6 niggas one bitch and everybody smash and stink
+Grab her neck, punch her back, nut one in her shoe
+We all went sushi style hoping we don’t catch that flu
+Storm the point and overturn thats how this bastard do
+Believe in science fuck God ill kill the pastor too
+While eating pasta dude, low level prostitute, for money big guns this motherfucker gots to shoot
+Marinated for a week, roasted lamb legs
+Its Queens nigga the herb smoke is a mandate
+Red roses, brown leathers, and black guns
+The green money and beige crack attract bums
+Fiends fighting for that last wibble  left on the floor
+Keeps me dipping in my sock in the back of the store
+Flying niggas from overseas to do the hit
+Back on the plane the same day movie shit
+Got the word they tried to hit me over petty matters
+Next scene catch me swinging from the helli ladder
+Empty your magazines, shotguns, and rocket launchers, hand grenades, handguns, and fire torches
+Off the boat Albanians the one to trust
+He had a face, he had hands, It wasn’t us
+Take a twisted ride with me through the eyes of a goon
+Pussy bring your man with you sending 2 to the tombEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+85 Barritz BRO-HAM[Action Bronson]
+I roll the blunt up as soon as i wake my thoughts a linen
+My flow is like a one night stand with all sorts of women
+The orchestrator, the picture perfect portrait player
+Lose your data tryna stop me on the course to paper
+Mustard loafer hopping out the gypsy cab
+One dutch but I copped 150 bag
+Thats for my neck just like a scarf in the winter
+Plus i spit the type of shit to make you barf up your dinner
+Bronson a winner, gorgonzola garlic agenda
+Far from pretender shorty take the coat when i enter
+The public defender, the man of the people nobody equal
+My fam negotiating your life most of em hebrew
+Black kosher posing with the black toaster
+Me and Hugginatti dipping in the black cobra
+American built ground up from ground up
+Get ground up, duck never get found fuck
+Sharp with the dressing Bronsonelli reek of street essence
+Mean Jean holding down the scene and plus we green scented
+Reinvented summertime we flee the benches
+37 sour diesel blunts to feed the senses
+Back to rocking old lives a pair of high 4’s
+I eat the dinner of a winner often five course
+I rhyme words baby mama say my mind lost
+Cause all my garments stay embroided with a fine horse
+One for the weed, two for the whip drive in the middle
+Three we on the roof she play my penis like a fiddle
+Four the tuna raw until i seer it
+Five my name is golden though so people try to smear it
+Hop up out the six, I’m in the mix, I rock the colorful kicks
+I smoke the pure but still I’m quick to cop a bundle of nicks
+Eating pussy cause i had to feed the hunger for fish
+Time is money when i have it never fumble and shit
+Until my suit from France, the bottom of the shoe just like a ball court
+Leather so soft, four door porsche
+Not the truck panamera and its roughed out
+Sitting like a monster on the decker looking puffed out
+I take juice my performance enhanced
+Never failing any test i got the urine from gramps
+94 i begged my mom to cop the Ewing from Champs
+The same night dreamt of a bitch and her spewing my pants damn
+One motherfucker galaxy of Queens rep
+Clients waiting while the custard made a cream set
+30 sets of dips fuck all that extra shit
+Dimples above her ass cheeks that made me sex that bitchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hot 97 Freestyle[Verse 1]
+(Fuck, ah)
+Yeah, I might be chubby but I'm gorgeous in the face
+Things are going well, hope I don't catch that fuckin' case
+I could get on some other shit and send you to that place
+Fifty for the shooter, a hundred for my steak
+Your life ain't worth a steak, I keep the rifle in the cape
+To be on top with the title will be my fate, don't make no mistakes
+Mommy, you see me? Everything's a movie, I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi
+The plane lift up, it's like that body, boy, chain lift up
+Crimes committed with no hiccups
+Ah! That thing thing, shred your stomach like sit-ups
+You'll never sit up or shit from your butt
+They say I'm crazy and deranged, but fuck, I can handle that
+I crack the whip right from the camels back
+My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat
+And I don't sleep no more, it's only fuckin' power naps
+
+[verse 2: Acapella]
+It's so easy to be looked over, I never look sober
+Look through the eyes of a soldier, I look fly in a Rover
+Lions and cobras, keep the iron in the toga
+Send a message, leave you lying over
+Bitches crushing on the kid so now they flying over
+Half of the world to get wrapped up in pearls
+Just like the Queen of England, I stay wavy
+Mercedes color, Wayne Brady, it's me baby, please baby
+Ain't nobody taking my spot, that's on my mother, kid
+Cross my heart and hope to die, that's on some other shit
+This motherfuckin' kid be coveted
+Different types of silks is what I'm covered with
+Baby I'm lovin' it, your boy is hotter than an oven mitt
+If I was broke then you'd be running your shit
+Poke your kidney with the knife I cut the onion with
+Then poach your kidneys with some onions and shit
+It's me
+[Verse 3]
+Left, right, ayo I've never been a plaintiff, ever
+What, what, what...I don't fuck with this I'm done
+
+[Acapella]
+My lawyer tackle the case like he play for the Ravens
+So I stuff 'em with cheese like a Danish
+Damn I crave paper, catch me later at the Laker game, I bet a grip
+On the Knicks, Carmelo sweating on my kicks cause I'm court side
+This time the good way, "I'm a free man" that's what I should say
+Nobody holding me back except myself, that's what I feel like
+Peeling a five, now I'm feeling the vibe, hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes
+Money in my mind, I think about it all the time
+Cause there was a time I never had shit, now I got shit
+It's like magic, all these cars in front of the crib look like a Porsche pageantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+NaNaIntroducin' Chance the Ruthless
+Trip 'shrooms and lucy
+Dreams is lucid
+Loosely based on music
+Swallow my mucus
+Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus
+Deuces Douches, deuce deuce I'll shoot ya (BANG)
+Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha
+They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit
+They use of illusion could confuse Confucius
+Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy
+Last week suspended
+Last night kissed Va$htie
+Parleyed with Ashley
+Always in the hallway, so I never been classy
+(Ha ha ha) Shut up
+
+Na na na, na na na
+Na na na, na na na
+Na na na, na na na
+(Igh, igh, igh, igh!)
+
+Acid acid, get it? Acid
+Melts through plastic, I spit fired
+Pad my palette, talkin' paper
+If this was work, I'd get higher
+Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
+Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
+Lickety-split, Look it! He slipped on a shell
+From peelin' banana splits back
+Give me my Kit-Kat
+Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch?
+Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch
+Zen with that chakra
+I eat it like Idi Amin, Ya Kna Wha Mean
+Hit me back when that mean shit
+Na na na, na na na
+Na na na, na na na
+Na na na, na na na
+(Igh, igh, igh, igh!)
+
+Introducin', It's Bronsonlino
+With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
+3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino
+Lettin' trees blow, oh
+I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit
+I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper)
+I splash summer like a fast brother
+With a number on his back, ain't no fumblin', in fact, I'm
+Back, acid in my hat
+Shoot then pass the gat, it's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag
+My new shorty got a gymnastic back
+87 emerald green on a classic jag
+She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad
+She had the club foot, with that little arm
+I couldn't help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
+I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on
+
+Suck my motherfucking dick, it's the young Randy Velarde
+Queens, baby
+Blow meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Twin PeugeotsFeat. Big Body Bes & Mac Miller
+[Intro: Action Bronson]
+Am I rapping or what?
+I can't hear the headphones yeah
+Turn me up in the headphones
+Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Ok, alright
+
+[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Jump tumble
+Front flips off the roof like a stunt double
+My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle
+Keep her shaped up
+The M3 all green fly like a strange duck
+My dad was right when he said I was a deranged fuck
+Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc
+Saddam Hussein guns
+Held by nuns who do drugs while beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug
+Pinky up
+The joint thicker than Pinky's butt
+Just as stinky
+Nick Van Exel with the handle, Helsinki
+Eggs Rothko
+The handmade suit cloth I got the sports coat
+Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat
+Brown vest made of suede on my torso
+Close my eyes, inhale deep, sail free
+Blind fury, hoppin' out the braille jeep
+Serve me snails to eat
+No ham and cheese
+I'm tanning
+The 540i, color salmon
+Smoked can, and
+Push the seat back
+Put your feet up
+Roll my weed up
+[Bridge]
+Why's it feel like my life is moving fast, yo?
+Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow
+I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
+I need that first class dough
+Why's it feel like my life is moving fast, yo?
+Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow
+I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole
+I need that first class dough
+
+[Verse 2: Big Body Bes]
+It's me Big Body
+Who the fuck else?
+You gotta pardon my absence man
+I just came back off of vacay man
+Just spent the whole fucking weekend up in Orchard Beach
+Living the fucking life
+I was out there Wildin
+Had your moms on the motherfucking boogie board
+Doing all types of stunts
+But now I'm back though
+Ain't shit changed
+Just came back, check my motherfucking emails
+Got more motherfucking deals on the table
+Don't even know what the fuck to do now
+Shit
+Oh my god
+You can still see me though
+Out there on Fulton street at 3 in the morning
+Bench pressin' a fiend
+Ain't shit changed still loitering
+[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
+Ok, Ok
+I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on
+Made a deal with Lucifer, said, "give me the universe" (Every Single Planet)
+It hurts kind of like losing your first love
+I saw the bright lights and started doing the worst drugs
+Now, I'm backtracking and hash rappin' with Action
+Throwing hand grenades at paddywagons in passing
+Old fashioned soul grabber snorting all the coke up
+The type of shit to turn a World War into a Polka
+Load up, the double RL icon
+Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python
+Listening to Lionel Richie, fuckin with the lights on
+Rice on the table, have us going all night long (Again, and again, and again)
+Rooftops, sippin on some red wine
+Start to realize I've been trippin, shit its just fine
+So, I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath
+Dry off, Hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave
+Bout to say fuck it and form a union
+March up to city hall and protest pollution. (Yes!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dabble in Truffles[Action Bronson]
+Right out the weed spot
+Bronsonelli fresh smoke a square bag
+Pants sag over wally on the grandstand
+Handstanding hookers at the Hilton
+Aged meat sizzle to perfection paired it perfect with the fine Stilton
+Rumpelstiltskin, butter on the leather
+Fila on the footwear my mind is on the cheddar better
+I keep my head up
+Get it like a set up
+Bitch, its Bronsonelli never see me in no get up homie
+Only the ruggish shit people that im fucking with will rip your shortys nipple off her body for the fun of it
+Order brunch sip a spritzer wit the summer mint
+Roll a double dutch sour diesel smoke a ton of it
+Duck from air to the plate
+Roasted to perfection just like joey do to grams of the weight
+We smoke heavy
+Ain't a motherfucker on my levy
+Keep the medal to the metal like a 97 Chevy
+2010 got em buzzing like a beeper
+Round table discussions conference in Geneva leaders
+At the table polly over nasal
+47 minutes since the time i lit the basil
+My rhymes are carte blanche in the Oscars
+Extra virgin olive oil drizzled on the pastas
+Fry the bacon make it sizzle for the hostage
+Honoring this thing of ours living like the mobsters
+My compliments go to the chef and thats the real
+Crew of goonies in the joint we need some extra veal
+You know the caddy got a extra wheel
+And if im ever in a pickle lock a hand ill fucking tech the steel
+Take aim and knock an apple of your head
+And imma play like polamalu you get tackled for the bread
+Running in your crib your shortys shackled to the bed
+Money laying on the persian leaking plasma from the leadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Borderline[Intro]
+¡Ayy, ahahaha!
+¿Que tál, pinche maricón? Cabrón
+¿Que transas, wey?
+¡Vete a la verga, wey!
+¡Mámame la verga, wey!
+
+Motherfucking bronsolino, once again
+
+[Sample:]
+(Ay, ay, ay, ay
+Ay, ay mi amor
+Ay mi morena
+De mi corazón)
+
+[J-Love signature:]
+(J-Love, son. Gangsta ass, DJ ass nigga, son! Know that nigga, son!)
+
+[Verse]
+My homies are straight outta Puebla
+They work in the kitchen with me
+They bring in the cars that the hookers have robbed
+Forty dollars is usually the fee
+They live right on [??] in the night
+They won't think twice to cokey your wife
+Came in the van and they leave in the same
+High on the mountains, cheese on the brain
+[J-Love signature:]
+(Ayyo, this is a J-Love exclusive
+
+[Sample]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Eastern PromisesGrip-a-matic, strip an addict
+Right to her Skivvie's
+Muthafucka, whip a batter
+Make one false move, all your shit'll shatter
+Serve this long, White dick
+Shit'll shift her bladder
+Shift the gears, grab the engine
+Make the pigeons scatter
+Cop my fam a bunch of cribs
+And make them millions matter
+Coming straight up out of Queens
+The clique is getting fatter
+Pop your head right off your neck
+And drip forensic matter
+Eastern Promises
+My whole conglomerate, acknowledge it
+Any second could blow on some Osama shit
+Obama money on the plastic
+Cop a sandwich
+.45 describe the weapons that get brandished
+I'm pulling strings like a bass player
+That tastes paper
+Conduct business like a gentleman
+The K scraper
+Cruise the city for some chicken with some great flavor
+Not talking Disney, slip a Mickey, then I date rape her
+Jumpsuits and sandals
+We all superintendents, goonies and henchmen
+No reason to get stupid, offended
+Cause we ignorant people
+Two headed eagle
+From the mountains
+[?]
+Brew the beer like the muthafucking ruler's here
+I'm the one that's known to hold the big cajones here
+Mixed breed like a muthafucking cougar bear
+Play the corner like I'm Bodie for the coupe to stare
+Bronsolino, Brosolovsky, the Ali Bronsoni, Uhh, yo, Outdoorsmen, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tango & Cash[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
+
+(Outdoorsmen, you know we keep it mar-vel on this side, mar-vel)
+(Red beard Bronson, what up, my nigga? Yo, yo)
+
+Take It Easy, New York forever greasy
+I bust off slugs and make sales when niggas need me
+Probably posted up in Queens somewhere rocking the finest
+My shit is golden, pillagers wish they could mine this
+Been the livest, my rank starts with a minus
+You number one, that only means that you behind this
+Take a bite of my life, sample the flyness
+One of a kind, it's no other city could design this
+Hand crafted limited, constructed in America
+Home of the heartless, anybody could vendetta ya
+New sneakers, plus furniture et cetera
+I make a phone call to Crown Heights
+Niggas is wetting ya
+Hit the booth, spit my life just like a verbal journal
+I've been official, on the other hand, your style is kernel
+I could pop you and put you in succotash
+Is that your real face or you rocking a sucker mask?
+Muthafucka
+
+(Ayo, Bronson, give it to these niggas- pause)
+(Give it to these niggas- pause!)
+(Give it to these niggas- pause!)
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+
+Yeah
+My mind above the clouds
+Plus I love the way the thunder sound
+Stevie Wonder mixed with Rambo on the underground
+Queens sculpted, stay chiseled like a Greek god
+I'm on the bar, I got the lyrical physique, par
+My style attack like a German Shepherd
+Bronsonelli need no gun cause I'm the Perfect Weapon
+Puma shoe to step in, we doing all the repping
+Hennessy felani, chiba for the blessings
+Hop in the Caddy and drive
+Plus I'm Out For Justice, never take me alive
+Smoking two at a time
+The Nikes with the newest design
+We flew in the crime
+Holler when the moon is aligned
+Blow the weed to make the world spin
+Break walls like I'm in Berlin
+But still in the winter rocking shearling
+Robocop Ruger twirling, crew dispersing
+Snatch a person, hookers speaking Persian
+
+(Yeah, Queens, Bronsolini, Outdoorsmen shit)
+(Meyhem muthafucking Laurenovich, yeah)
+(Fuck your father)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hot 97 Freestyle (8/7/2014)[Action Bronson]
+
+[Verse 1]
+I might be chubby but I'm gorgeous in the face
+Things are going well hope I don't catch that fucking case
+I could get on some other shit and send you to that place
+50 for the shooter, 100 for my steak
+Your life ain't worth a steak. I keep the rifle in the cape
+To be on top with the title be my fate
+Don't make no mistakes
+Mami, you see me - everything's a movie
+I jump in the jacuzzi with that green Coogi
+The plane lift up, just like that batty boy chain lift up
+Crimes committed with no hiccups. (AHHH)
+That thing-thing shred your stomach like sit-ups
+You'll never sit up or shit from your butt
+They say I'm crazy and deranged but, fuck, I can handle that
+I crack the whip right from the camel's back
+My head is wrapped like Yasser Arafat
+And I don't sleep no more, it's only fucking power naps
+
+[Verse 2: Acapella]
+It's so easy to just be looked over
+I never look sober
+Look through the eyes of a soldier
+I look fly in the rover
+Lions and cobras
+Keep the iron in the toga
+Send a message - leave you lyin' over
+Bitches crushin' on the kid so now they flyin' over-
+Half of the world to get wrapped in pearls-
+Just like the Queen of England
+I stay wavy
+Mercedes color - Wayne Brady
+It's me baby
+Please baby
+Ain't nobody takin' my spot, that's on my mother's kid
+Cross my heart and hope to die, that's on some other shit
+This motherfuckin' kid be coveted
+Different types of silks is what I'm covered with
+Baby I'm lovin' it
+Your boy is hotter than an oven mitt
+If I was broke then you'd be running your shit
+Poke your kidney with the knife I cut the onion with
+And poach your kidneys with some onions and shit
+It's me
+(Ayo I never been the plaintiff. Ever. What what what. Hahaha. I dont fuck with this I'm done.)
+
+[Verse 3: Acapella]
+My lawyer tackled the case like he played for the Ravens
+So I stuff him with cheese like a Danish
+Damn, I crave paper
+Catch me later at the Laker game, I bet a grip on the Knicks
+Carmello sweatin' on my kicks, cause I'm courtside-
+This time the good way
+I'm a free man, that's what I should say
+Nobody holdin' me back except myself, that's what I feel like
+Peelin' the 5, now I'm feelin' the vibe
+Hand on the wheel, drugs in my eyes, money in my mind
+I think about it all the time
+Cause there was a time I never had shit
+Now I got shit, it's like magic
+All these cars in front of the crib look like a Porsche pageantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Illest[Verse 1: Solace]
+
+The undisputed
+
+Yo, higher learning
+The tires burning
+Niggas is rapidly swerving
+A face looked familiar
+But had to be certain
+I popped a u-ey then I merged in
+Matter was urgent
+A dirty merchant, made him bleed like a virgin
+Sent to the surgeon
+Searching for them green berets
+Trying to blow my dome off
+Thrown off by decoys who dropped the maricon off
+My Soviet niggas is ready for the Cold War
+Machete you to confetti
+And blow your brain to cole slaw
+A roll call for my niggas that were nearly grazed
+And for them early graves by them dudes that really blazed
+And sing to your face with metal blades, serenades
+I told you to look over your shoulder like Willie Mays
+I come from where it's easiest to find anguish
+Don't say a word
+Speak with our hands like sign language
+Divine language embedded into the rhyme patterns
+So praise the savior that's saving you from the mind damage
+And, oh well, the drugs'll sure to sell
+But if you short a sale
+They bout to pop you with the coppertop like Duracell
+And all the swell kids that dropped out from outreach
+Triple jab your cheek
+Crack your teeth through the mouthpiece
+These foul streets, meet your fate when the Tec releases
+You'll be aight if you ain't playing chess with checker pieces
+My nigga check the thesis
+
+[Hook: Action Bronson & Solace]
+
+For hookers selling pussy that'll never see a dime
+And snitch niggas singing to the cops, dropping lies
+For piggies asking questions but my people turn to mimes
+And verbal motion picture, cinematic with the rhymes
+For yen up in the envelope, purple in the dutch
+And bare knuckle boxing, sneaking weapons in the fight
+For clutches being popped and dipping boys up on a bike
+This the illest shit you heard in your life
+
+
+[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
+
+Yo, ayo
+Kinetic mind tricks
+Live shit that power ships
+Thought to message to the finger, lay the coward stiff
+Foul kiss, bastard open bowel shit
+Bleeding like Christina when I laid her on the towel shit
+Sport the Filas, low cream, red and blue
+Long jackets, smoking salad out the Jetta new
+Whoever knew, we make it singing rap songs
+From standing in a circle spitting verbal like a Mac strong
+Went from a center for teens, to smoking sour like a surgeon
+Swerving in the tunnel on the way to Queens
+Knife in the Hansen, cloth over the phone for the ransom
+Flow like a phantom
+Bitches give me box cause I'm handsome
+Roll down the window
+Exhale, see flashing lights move
+Dip the Babylon like a skater on the ice move
+Alex Ovechkin
+740, heavy flexing
+Dirty Harriet on the body with the cherry Stetson
+No not the Western
+Hailing from the Eastern seaboard
+That's word to me, you couldn't even see lord
+Behind my eyes there lies a rugged man
+Denominations in millions
+Wrapped up in rubber band
+Die with the gun in hand
+Bronsonelli serve up a baby lamb smorgasbord
+Big bosses, you peep the portraits in the corridor
+Toke off a chalice
+Switch to herbal ventilation
+Misplacing families and shit through verbal devastationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mark Sanchez[Intro: Mark Sanchez + Action Bronson]
+I'm looking for the, uh—the best rapper in Flushing Queens
+Yeah, this is him
+Uh, this must be Action?
+This is Action
+What' up, dude? It's Sanchez
+What's going on, Sanchez Sanchize? What's up, my brother? How's everything?
+Hahaha. This is Mark Sanchez and you're listening to Action BronsonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Compliments 2 the Chef (feat. Lauriana Mae)[Verse 1]
+Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect
+Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin’ like I’m surfin’
+Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person
+Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban
+We in the jungle with the shaman
+Tryna find these answers to these problems I’ve been ponderin’
+Now these motherfuckers hollerin’ with their lips puckered like colagen
+Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges
+But daddy get it by himself on the reg
+Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg
+Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan minds
+Meditation time helps me penetrate the mind
+December 2nd, ’83 I was created
+My vision’s wider, the human being’s jaded
+It’s just reality, dealt with on a daily basis
+Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces
+
+[Hook]
+Oh, they’re selling dreams out here
+In every corner store
+Pawn ‘em on the streets, I feel
+They’re selling me the world
+But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same
+So when I go where I go I remember where I came…
+Remember where I came from
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, yo can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink it
+Two in the pink, two in the stink
+Leather-coloured goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs
+In ’87 I saw my father in a blue Saab
+Right seat sittin’, left hand shiftin’
+You know that every team needs a Paxton and a Pippen
+Bronson rappin’ like he on an acid tab trippin’
+You changin’ with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin’
+High-five love – 5’5, plump
+Sell the pussy ’til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove
+Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona
+Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca
+Smoke shark, speakin’ in a Nordic slang
+Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain
+Clear water from the creek keep me nourished
+Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah… remember where I came from…
+Remember where I came from…
+Yeah… remember where I came from…
+Remember where I came from…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shiraz produced by action bronsonWe've been the best since I stepped in
+Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn
+In the sack, break her back like a Redskin
+Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin
+Tree to make the head spin
+Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
+Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
+New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
+I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
+Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
+Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot
+Bitches are on display, give brain
+Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left
+Which means I'm on the right, get paid
+By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid
+
+Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
+Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
+In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
+Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
+12 courses laid up on the long table
+Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
+For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
+Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil
+The red razor cut the features in your facial
+Creep in na, bumping Fernando Villalona
+Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner
+Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy
+Captain of the rap, you talking to papi
+Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
+Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough
+Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off
+Hash straight from the desert, can knock
+A camel off, Sheep straight out of school
+Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit
+Whole cliques roll thick, no shit
+Piss drunk and they smoke sticks
+Not a word of English but
+They hold the four-fifths
+FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit
+Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand
+Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam
+Never speak to fuzz
+Tap out the reefer, show him how
+To use his sneakers, cuz
+Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom
+We on the beach, fresh Ceviche
+We in Cancun, fly girly curly
+Hair is getting read through
+We in the shower give me head: shampoo
+Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle
+Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco
+Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango
+I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you
+Bye, peace, one, fuck youWe've been the best since I stepped in
+Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn
+In the sack, break her back like a Redskin
+Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin
+Tree to make the head spin
+Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
+Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
+New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
+I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
+Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
+Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot
+Bitches are on display, give brain
+Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left
+Which means I'm on the right, get paid
+By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid
+Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
+Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
+In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
+Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
+12 courses laid up on the long table
+Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
+For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
+Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil
+The red razor cut the features in your facial
+Creep in na, bumping Fernando Villalona
+Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner
+Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy
+Captain of the rap, you talking to papi
+Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
+Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough
+Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off
+Hash straight from the desert, can knock
+A camel off, Sheep straight out of school
+Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit
+Whole cliques roll thick, no shit
+Piss drunk and they smoke sticks
+Not a word of English but
+They hold the four-fifths
+FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit
+Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand
+Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam
+Never speak to fuzz
+Tap out the reefer, show him how
+To use his sneakers, cuz
+Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom
+We on the beach, fresh Ceviche
+We in Cancun, fly girly curly
+Hair is getting read through
+We in the shower give me head: shampoo
+Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle
+Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco
+Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango
+I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you
+Bye, peace, one, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Industry Shakedown Cypher[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
+Yo, yo, my man Troy, he used to jump over his own foot
+Jump into a spin and give a grin that left them hoes shook
+At that time, my jeans were baggy with the hoody
+Back on Main Street, the maxi-single, copped it at the Goody
+Up in the room, writing graffiti for hours
+Dreams of being in a tower with Nia Long in the shower
+Sucking my dicky like a pacifer
+Now it's 2009, pussy, so pass the fire
+They get the bastard higher
+5'6", 260, I'm a destroyer
+Got it with class, Dali paintings inside the foyer
+To keep it all kosher, I'm strictly Jewish on the lawyer
+When it comes to my freedom, I can't trust it to a goyim
+Yo, I can't leave it up to a goyim
+
+[Verse 2: Solace]
+Yo, yo, Bermuda Triangle beat black out
+Black Hole flow deep, can't see back out
+So once you in, you in
+Niggas speaking clout or reroute
+And keep your heaters out the pouch
+Once you see what we're about
+No doubt
+The organs make a nigga feel it in his organ
+Honor the slogan saying we're never gonna soften
+Single momma's put into the coffin kind of often
+Conducting business dirty, then turn you into an orphan
+It's simple as that, detonate your own system
+The accurate aim, contacts it won't miss him
+The poem shift him off his feet
+But the chrome lift him
+For talking out the side of their mouth like a stroke victim
+And four fifth him
+And bounce with the knot up in the sock
+And trade your four chrome rims for four cinder blocks
+The mic maestro, precise knife flow
+Why debate? Just bite the bait, nigga
+You might strike gold
+Nigga, what
+[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
+I run with old school New York shooters like Greg Anthony
+Second hand gun smoke can't cancer me
+It's all good then
+I'mma keep the same friends
+Classic timepiece, hopping out a strange Benz
+With dame, duckets, yeah, young cool mill
+Stacks copped the salmon skin, silver DeVille
+My mind's sick but my dress code's ill
+Sneakers got AIDS, they need more than a pill
+Self employed, shirts have Typhoid
+Beefs annoy, don't get destroyed (what!)
+By this New York menace
+Cock Glocks, pop shots, turn your face to a blemish
+I does this, once a back block apprentice
+My work will numb a nigga's mouth like a dentist
+Go and ask OG's how we rock
+My rhymes come back, I don't re-rock
+He hot, correct, if it's Meyhem Lauren
+Flow like a 9, work like a 10
+Shoe size a 12, main chick a 8
+Side bitch a 7 but her pussy is great
+Get it straight, outsmart you and stomp you
+Intelligent ape
+I'm a G you're a fake like a planned mistake
+Lobster claw in my paw, other hand on steak
+Polo Blue, Hennessy, yeah you smell me
+My gun game's meaner than Leona Helmsley
+Rhymes are crimes, 9's, AK's
+An unused tech in the box that just sprays
+.38's more special than Mavado
+Medallion money, we call that helado
+If my ? special, my .44 is like a brand new king conquistador
+Mutha, yo, yo, ayo
+[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
+700 dollar bottle of that Montrachet
+Far and away, extraordinary bar display
+Gil Grissom, look beyond the Solar System
+Draw it all into a square until you find what's missing
+Take your time cause patience is your best friend
+Simmering at the importance of it sets in
+Prep your area, sterilize your work tools
+Foul living, never seen up on the church stools
+I'm still sporting my shorts until the dead of winter
+The charismatic, the dope addict, The Shredder, Splinter
+Roll the magic, feeling like I'm cuffed in the water
+How the fuck I manage, roll in the quarter, slaughter
+Many cattle, many times for pleasure
+Modeling the skin while I'm searching for the treasure
+Keep astute, sink your body deep into the coupe
+Or they’ll soon to find you asleep in that suit
+Shoot, the Big Dipper
+The golden candy Caddy tipper
+Close my eyes
+Back in time trying to murder Hitler
+My mind and rhymes aligned with the solar signs
+Dinosaurs being, something, barrels holding wine
+Layers of cake, fiends up in Okeechobee Lake
+Freshwater pike be on a player plateEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pitchfork Selector FreestyleI'm eating sushi off a black hooker
+Crushing numbers in the math booklet
+She had the panties with the pussy cut out
+Jewish holiday, she bake the bread
+Then she twist my hash, I get her high, take her straight to bed
+I'm diving in, I'm riding in that V-12 twin turbo on the Gaza Strip
+Rocking Iversons with the ivory wheel
+No practice, I'm classic, you bastards
+I front-flip in limo windows, sip the limoncello
+Somersault into a dismount off the uneven bars, then throw my hands straight up
+Fuck around, sprain my ankle with the next maneuver
+I'm one in a million, played the pavilion
+Fuck around in the razor, get displayed to your children
+We hire Asians for killings, ready, able, and willing
+Getting paid in the building
+It's me, on the ice cream truck
+Bam Bam, Queens shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Strictly 4 My Jeepz (Remix)[Intro]
+Better slow down baby
+I’m out here wildin'
+Better slow down baby
+Shit is crazy
+
+Hook]
+You need to slow down baby
+My whole team cash and load out baby
+I’m a hero in my home town, baby
+Stop talking, just go down, baby
+
+[Verse 1]
+Shit on my chest, shoot colors like a care bear
+All year see me tan, hopping out the van
+You wasn’t there, now you tryna show face
+Fuck around, be a cold case
+Chrome skates on an old day
+Remote control chains, promote dough for the veins
+Poke chicks, hoes with vogue legs
+Eat steaks off a gold plate, stoned, listening to Coldplay
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Bronson Let Me Get In
+You Needa Slow Down, Baby
+Its Yung Malik Shout Out To My NIggas In Philly
+QuietMoney Make It Rain
+Ballin like Kobe Buckets I get cash
+Real Niggas Make It Like It Nothing
+Going Up In Niggas House Hoping We BankRoll
+This Shit Strictly 4 My Peeps!!!
+[Verse 2 Bronson]
+Long knife by the spinal, built like a rhino
+Push the 635 to the finals
+Pearl white like what you sniffin’ in your sinus
+The finest vaginas demolished by my dick
+One year from Queens to the top
+Cream of the crop, serve a fiend out my sock
+Five minutes till they lean like the drop
+Now they spinning through the furnace like the scene from The Rock
+Hide spinach like a doomsday prepper
+Every Sunday in my Tuesday leather
+Now my beard look like Uday and Qusay
+Play the pool on a cool day
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+A lot of people with their hands out now
+Got these motherfuckers mad ‘cause I’mma stand out now
+You never let the hammer off, you got the soft hands
+I hear you singing for the boss man, dog
+I’m from a lost land, spill coke on the heater
+Drop a little sauce on the beater
+Zero to 60 in a Porsche like a cheetah
+New York, I'm like Jeter, light Caesar
+No hypebeaster, rock a nice sneaker
+You get drugs for a good price
+My price cheaper, guaranteed
+My trunk snapping like a tambourine
+Bodying these pussies with a camera team
+Uh! You better slow down, baby
+Uh! You better slow down, baby
+Uh! You better slow down, baby
+You better slow down, baby
+
+[Hook]
+
+{Verse Yung Malik}
+Versace All On My Wrist
+A1 EveryThing Bodying
+Pussies With My Team
+At&M Rise Up.Stay Up
+
+[Outro x2]
+You need to slow down baby
+I'm a hero in my home town, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Replicants Ancient Aliens Freestyle[Sisqo harmonizing, wooing, and yeah-ing, in the background underneath the duration of the freestyle, no lyrics]
+
+Bronson do this
+Bronson do that
+Bronson too woke, and his pockets too fat
+
+He always on the run, livin’ life like a movie
+Ten roses is carved into the handle of the Uzi
+Wit the black trench dragon
+Doing donuts in the black Benz wagon
+
+You know your boy is just a young hot hunk that got a keen eye for real estate
+Side to side, switching lanes in the dealer plates
+
+From New Jersey
+Shoot the gun with curly hair, look Dominican in thirty years
+Bitch
+
+Young Baklava
+
+I might fall out the Wrangler, but I’ll never fall in love with a stranger
+Moonlight struck my face 9:30,  bye bye birdie
+
+Young Bronson. 

Motherfucka rappin like his tongue pierced, I wear 4XL in the CarharttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Night Court Produced Don ProducciBehind door one:
+There's three things: greed, fortune and fame
+Door two:
+You might be happy but nobody know your name
+Door three:
+The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence
+Door four:
+You on the bench and got the drugs inside your favourite Tims
+
+Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked
+Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat -
+Down on the pavement
+Diamond laser engraved it
+Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went
+I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior
+I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now
+Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous
+Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my
+Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh
+Rhymin the best
+Yo bronsolini fans see hymen and breast
+Talking sushi grade
+My flow is linen and the shoes are suede
+The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid
+That's for the first course
+The core burst off and hail
+We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell
+Tonight we living life until we say goodnight
+Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight
+
+My time always the right time
+I'm surfing getting wavy
+Like hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind
+Zagat rated thirty foot decor
+The food and service
+Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis
+Never nervous cause I'm ready
+Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy
+Artichokes cover spaghetti
+Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences
+Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses
+One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer
+Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer
+Ready to tango
+Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol
+Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh
+Mango, that's for the lassi
+I love when bitches sassy
+Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi
+Then I give her a german brunch
+And now she turning stunts
+Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts
+
+I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice
+And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face
+Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes
+Rhyme butter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak
+Aged to perfection, that's how I like the veno
+We rolling ceelo
+Throw like Marino
+Cruise in the Regal
+In overdrive like my libido
+I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the pussy fetal
+It's Bronsolino
+Just like the dutch up
+Leather loaf and mash the clutch up
+We getting fucked up
+I make the motherfucker beam a [?] up
+Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers
+Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres
+In my defence it's like the '85 Bears
+There's no jail tales
+Poetry emotion like I'm Gale Sayers
+Before Maguire took his first needle
+Yo we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal -
+Positioning I know you hear me but not listening
+We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen
+The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer
+Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square
+Tonne of flair like Rick I hold the pick
+And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick
+Get off the dick because we busting now
+And when we come we eating crepes, you know we order up a dozen nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+GET OFF MY PP SOULHEADREMIX?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Double ImpactAs we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses
+The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless
+I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating
+'87 style, get the money like I'm [?]
+Bizarre rap, call me Comandante Sarjak
+Origami a cigar into a small black
+
+You see me in the street, I'm rocking short set, roll in quartet
+I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex
+Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild
+Chasing numbers more than [?]
+[?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate
+I'll merk a Jake cause we were brought up by the Purple Tape
+Burn a blank cause I'm queezy feeling gated
+Delegate of rough raps heavily celebrated
+You see the mane on my face it spell struggle
+Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double
+Eleven drugs mixed, Tallahassee bun tricks
+Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the lungfish
+Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head
+Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in the bed
+[?] galore, sour in a plastic bag
+Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket badEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Easy Rider (Ric Maye Remix)[Verse 1]
+I'm leaned back with the Les Paul
+Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
+Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival
+The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call
+Best believe that there was neck involved
+Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab
+Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains
+Started running with the stallions
+Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys
+Eyes opеn, now I know just who my kids need
+Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
+Rockin' vеry loose pants, yeah
+Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower
+Before I die, take a hot shower
+
+[Hook 1]
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+
+[Verse 2]
+By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
+With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick
+I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
+Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser
+A little machine to make espresso
+I heard your bitch still wears Ecko
+Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco
+Live from the Expo, it's me
+I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center
+Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner
+I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans
+Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
+Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team)
+Bite the eel by the dozen
+[Verse 3]
+Pump the bass in the trunk, shit rattled like a baby hand
+Except this toy cost 80 grand
+And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
+Just from writing words with a pen
+Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main
+Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
+And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
+I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
+The brass band was seven pieces, my bitch's name is Peaches
+We got twin MAC-11s with the features
+Shit you barely got sneaker money
+So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny
+You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
+(I can't hear ya)
+You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
+Shit
+
+[Verse 4]
+The Magic Johnson of the game
+These lames don't want to play with me
+Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me
+I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see
+It's me
+
+[Hook 2]
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunset
+Ride the Harley into the sunsetEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Action Bronson Source OverviewFebruary 12 2016 - AllHipHopTV Interview
+February 25 2016 - FUCK, THAT'S DELICIOUS Episode 1
+March 1 2016 - Hot 97 InterviewEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Purchasing a Bitcoin produces 195 times the amount of CO2 as purchasing an iPhone.Today, a Discord debate about NFTs and their environmental effects politely devolved into the situation depicted by XKCD:
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+Http://www.xkcd.com/articles/386/
+It turns out I was looking for the wrong person on the internet
+When adjusted for market capitalization1, my hypothesis was that cryptoasset CO2 emissions are much lower than those of a big US tech company like Apple
+I wanted to equate Bitcoin to Apple and Microsoft to figure this out. Although Ethereum is more important to NFTs, there are few studies on ETH carbon emissions, which appear to be proportional to Bitcoin anyway
+Bitcoin (BTC) had a market value of $539 billion at the end of 20202, Apple (AAPL) $2.3 trillion3, and Microsoft (MSFT) $1.9 trillion4
+And the projected gross CO2 emissions (CO2e) for Bitcoin, Apple, and Microsoft in 2020 (35.89 Mt CO2e5, 22.6 Mt CO2e6, and 12 Mt CO2e7, respectively)
+Despite the fact that Bitcoin's carbon emissions were higher than I predicted, my confirmation bias had persuaded my limited mental math that low emissions and a large market cap meant I was about to nail this statistic. In comparison to tech giants, I wanted to prove that crypto has a fraction of the pollution. However, the inverse is real
+Bitcoin emits 6.7 times as much CO2 as Apple and 10.6 times as much as Microsoft, rounded to one decimal place. That's incredible
+As a result, you've come full circle to the headline you clicked on. A late-2020 Apple iPhone 12 Pro would cost $9998, while one Bitcoin would cost $29,001.729. The decision to purchase one Bitcoin versus an iPhone 12 Pro emits 195 times as much CO2 if both help the underlying organisation and their total carbon emissions
+Is this to suggest that cryptoassets are a doomed technology? No, this emphasises the importance of existing institutions adopting and supporting cryptocurrency. There is a market. Meanwhile, we must be wary of the actors we currently allow in crypto networks, as well as the lengths to which they are willing to go in the pursuit of profit
+I'd also like to bring up some valid counter-arguments to the above
+Carbon emissions from publicly traded companies are underreported, while emissions from crypto mining are overreported
+Though I haven't found any conclusive proof to support either scenario, the motivation is undeniable. To report progress toward becoming carbon neutral (or carbon negative) by 2030, Apple or Microsoft can use the simplest estimate of their emissions. On the other hand, there is a current trend on the internet to highlight research that exaggerates crypto mining pollution while burying contrary evidence. The attention economy is won by sensational news
+The emissions from a proof of stake model are significantly lower than those from a proof of work model
+Absolutely, but I believe that in the case of NFTs, PoW would take precedence since it prevents fraud. Emissions would be much smaller if there was evidence of stake. I'm not using forecasts in this case; instead, I'm using calculated historical emissions
+This is an apples-to-oranges comparison! What about gold mining, paper currency production, and the banking system as a whole?
+I'd like to see a similar distinction made with gold and fiat currencies, but I'm less concerned with carbon footprint for the sake of wealth accumulation. Counting our carbon footprint beans in terms of productivity makes more sense.. If you want your essay written by a highly professional writers, then you are in a right place. We have hundreds of highly skilled writers working 24/7 to provide qualityessay writing services to the students all over the World. For the time being, the outputs of tech companies like Apple and Microsoft are likely to outperform cryptoassets in terms of productivity performance
+¹ The aggregate market value of a business is measured in dollar amounts by market capitalization, or "market cap." 2 Investopedia, https://www.investopedia.com/investing/market-capitalization-defined/ http://www.coinmarketcap.com/currencies/bitcoin/historical-data/ 3 Data sourced from https://www.quora.com/How-can-I-find-historical-market-capitalization-data-e-g-what-were-the-largest-tech-companies-by-market-capitalization-in-the-1970s-1980s-1990s-and-2000s-and-what-is-the-most-reliable-source-for-this-information, using the formula (Historic Close / Latest CloseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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