Action Bronson - Pepe Lopez lyrics

rate me

Bam-bam, welcome to Blue Chips 2

Hear me? I know you see me, ah

You’re looking gorgeous in every portrait, aha!

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, uh

Ship work to a mic out in Pittsburgh

When you're focused strict terms are never misheard

Shift get disturbed

Twist Earth, lift the nerve

Shit, I got a lot of nerve

Catch me on the run with a Nevada nurse

Rambo knife in the Escada purse

Lester 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 mamie all on the quilt

I twist a bitch like Wilt, built

I spit the shit the people feel, uh, yeah!

Let me take it out to Coney Island, uh

Drinking 40's out in Rockaway, uh

Jones Beach Field 6, uh

Out in Deer Park, peel whips, uh

Flushing Meadow Park shit, uh

Barbecues with the Mexicans

Get my motherfucking drink, man

Damn, this is bam-bam

This is about to be some shit

Blue Chips 2, bitch

(Owww!)

We so motherfucking out here

Owww!

I wear a bib all motherfucking day

[Outro:]

Motherfucker, you knocked my teeth out!

Hey, Sticks, come on!