Action Bronson - Larry Csonka lyrics

[Intro:] Bronsolino f** that sitting-down rap type sh**, man I stand up, cause I'm a motherf**ing man And I'm motherf**ing hot [Verse 1:] Peep it I'm on the third floor, your cla** 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 sh** 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 f** around and, yes, you will die Green DeVille, right, green d**, 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 p**y 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 Thick and the same color as Band-Aid, understand me? I built this building, they came and then I dropped it Two hour flights to Heathrow up in the Concorde Fermented grapes up in my gla** that bear the same name I'm working hard because that's what I need to maintain k**er Queens is on the rise, so understand me Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's 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 f**ing straight out of surgery, man I need a little break When I come back in, I'm a come back in hard, though I promise you that (Look at my motherf**ing shoulders, son) [Verse 2:] Yo I'm diving in like Louganis I'm aiming right for that an*s Trying to give her a payment to rent the p**y like Avis Peace to Shaevitz & Shaevitz My rhymes are seasoned for flavor f** with shorties that's in shape, they got the V like they Vega 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 d** and call me when you on the corner And I'm a 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 gla** that got the delicate musk Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow Finnish on the women That mean the b**h from Finland Her tits are bonkers Chilling in the chakras Rollers in her hair, I'm running through it, Larry Csonka [Outro:] Bronsolino You don't even know who f**ing Larry Csonka is, man Get the f** off my weed leaf p**y