(feat. Meyhem Lauren)
Yo pa** me the ball fool
You better f**in' pick me, ya
Straight the f** up, I roof this sh**
f**in' 360 on this p**y
I don't give a f**
I'll kick this motherf**ing ball over the fence
No shoes on
[Verse 1 - Action Bronson:]
I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef
When I smile your baby mama sh** her dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
But nah, dunny don't get down like me
The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle
Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue
Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit
f** around and have some squid ink soup, b**h
(Ah man there's so much f**in' hash in this joint right now son)
Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni
I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm missing
Dog, I was born with Allah's vision
I learned quick I couldn't follow suit
Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup
Now I'm sittin' in first cla** with a hard dick
Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life
I was made like the beginning of Jura**ic Park
When they took the f**ing blood from the mosquito with a dope needle
Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983
I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh
Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo
Your ideas lack Adobo
[Verse 2 - Meyhem Lauren:]
Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks
On the low like a whip without shocks
I bag b**hes in flocks
Representative for everything official
Ya'll n***as can't live, so it's officially an issue
Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby
Hammer in the hamper 'case a n***a try to thug me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record I broke just like a rival
Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane
Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
It was written but I wrote it
Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it
Laurenovitch, yeah
[Big Body Bes:]
3:36 in the morning
Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York
What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner
With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites;
All sorts of a felony in his waist
But who are you? She only loves me when I'm naked