Action Bronson - Buddy Guy lyrics

rate me

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

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 candidate, kindly 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

Roman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma

Straight to the back, 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 out