[Hook: Lil Fame]
Time for some action
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Come on, here we go
We put it down everywhere we go
So motherf**er come on cause its
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Here's a toast to the fact that I'm a man and I can stand alone
And all my suits are made by hand in RomeRicotta stuff that Cannellon'/I'm in the garden smoking roses
Deliver like Malone, I'm talkin' Moses/Part the ocean
Spark the potion/Diamonds in the rough
We shine 'em up/Make a necklace, dive up in the muff
Then wash my dick, straight to breakfast. Hop up in the truck
Got more flavor than some Dr. Pepper
Hottest stepping struts
And the streets paved with concrete
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I'm known to smoke the same sh** that makes the lawn green
Gaze at the moon right off the shore, dream
But me no worry got a strong team
Just like my Knick's '94 team, we winnin' though
Go 80 layers on the Baklava, that's hand made by my nana
Peace to Antigona
The whole Shkup, Bill Clinton Boulevard
Since a youth Bronsolini known to put it on
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Already mentioned with the people I respect up in the rap sh**
Couple of months you probably see me with an actress
Getting my a** licked, while she driving never crashed it
Smoking on that sh**, fantastic
A little breezy off the coast as the sun set
Gallop on beach on the horse cause we young vets
Limited edition, signature inscription
Certificate of authenticity, I'm on a mission
Queens representative, dismember your genitals
Now you got a p**y, f**in with the general
Bas Rutten, I'm a** bootin', I'm past shootin'
Display fast movements, know that cash rules
Drug clothes and I ain't talking 'bout a bento box
Penetrate your mind, spice it with the mental lox
Fundamental Soundgarden verbal Black Hole
Son at the flicks getting s**ed in the back row
[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Lungs filled, smokey like the pork shoulder
Lash out, one second in the fourth quarter
Triple penetrate, p**y meat I renovate
f** 'em like a dog and leave 'em twisted like my mental state
Off the deep end, snorkel in a river
I take it back to Walkman's and tape decks
In great neck, having great s**
I didn't even have a hair on my face yet
My feet were always cla**ic though
Pinky up, cla**y flow
If you know me, you know never to pa** me blow
Straight sh**ting on these songs so the gra** can grow
'Til we sitting in the garden, smoking
Listening to Marvin go
I treat the sh** just like a title fight, you sparring
Sooner dip Ferrari, s**in models straight from Holland
Lamb encrusted fennel pollen
When I rhyme it's like the metal hollow
These other motherf**ers smell of flowers
Sissy