Action Bronson - Jerk Chicken lyrics

[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 f**ing 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 d** 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! sponsored links 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 x2:] (Y'all won't test we[?]), I'm in the corner puffing Marley Got the knife inside the booth, hoping they don't shoot Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow [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 Pa** dutchie towards San Fransisco Where your nephew bout to bounty k** a punaani Hoes know the movado! Lick a shot for (windsweep[?]) I am living dangerously, Barrington Levy Make the girl wine like Beenie "Sim Simma" Keys to my new b**h 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 plantain [Outro]