Action Bronson - Cliff Notes lyrics
rate mePussy rap, dental damn beaver trap,
That thrill is gone, I’m here to bring the fever back,
To the streets, pumping out the big whips.
Torpedo rhymes strong enough to sink ships,
Two tone grip, brother moves on shit,
Better move on bitch, or else it's on trick,
I'm in fuego I aint even in my zone yet
I spit the shit to make you're motherfuckin dome sweat,
Queen’s bread, no Packer but a cheese head
Fat ass fucking pussy until she’s dead,
Suede foot, looking like an Indian,
Cuisine straight from the Caribbean.
Long jackets, made from an amphibian,
Bag of money, split with my committee an .
Break it down, vision on the Dollars,
Dipping the impalas, chilling with my scholars.
Chorus:
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Call me John Bonjourno hopping out the Volvo,
Ratchet on the leg, dipping from the po-po!
Since a youth I've been labeled as a loco,
I sell it but I never laced the nasal with the coco
Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs,
Seven grans a purple ‘till my neck'll leave my feet numb
Scoop a bitch, Portuguese sweet buns
Serve a dick like an elephant that's three tons.
Her pussy whistle like my father out the window,
Remind us that it's dinner time I’m lighting up the indo
And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo,
Call a Shortie from the heights have her play with my colembo
Uh, just let me catch my little breath an shit you won’t accept a kid
Cause if destiny is for deficit
Me, you see I spit like epileptic shit,
That's two (wraps) it's either you fear me or you respect the kid.
Chorus:
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Mind like Watson, Fluent in the nuance
Van Dame Bronson, Alligator shoe on
Spin kick to the dick I'm eating dim sum
Right up in the tea room,
You don’t want to rerun!
Moon struck, splatter your platoon up
hard times, drug out the balloon,
Beauty like a butterfly, flying out cocoon,
Urban love and central village right by the lagoon.
That’s my grandfather, add a little cream of tartar
Make the grams harder.
Now you Shortie hold me tighter than the dance partner,
Pull the viper around my pants on her,
Honey hit the tune I’ll let her dance on her
Like a gypsy, hookers in poughkeepsie
7 homies with me everybody's smoking fifties.
Nine ninety air two that’s my shoes,
Reflect light like sun shining in the hot noon!
Chorus:
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Thanks to Lex for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Zvonimir for correcting these lyrics
