Party Supplies - Contemporary Man lyrics

[Intro - Action Bronson] Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam Let's Go [Verse 1 - Action Bronson] Yeah, f** the back talk Save all that p**y sh** for the cat walk Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I'm Pistol Pete You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr. Cheeks (Uhhhh, fly sh** Grown Man sh** Do it one more time, f** it I'm good to go) [Verse 2 - Action Bronson] Yo, I'm a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep While her mother make soup with the cow feet Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel f** s** on the beach, I want head in the streets Spread bed on the feet Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73 Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh Big Bird, Farrington alumnus Mouth like a p**y, she gummed it [Verse 3 - Action Bronson] You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador Then I order up a feast for four If you see me in a leather, know it's reaching the floor Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap Eat your p**y with a plastic bag, covering that Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering that This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot In the Z3 bumping U2 (Yo this Big Motherf**ing Body, b**h) [Verse 4 - Action Bronson] Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup Pay thirty dollars for a dick s** Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters I love Black girls boisterous Shorty's on the arm like a koi fish On a Herbie White dude with the yellow fever Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper (Feel the beat...) [Sample: Charlie Sheen] Banging seven gram rocks and finishing them Because that's how I roll, I have one speed, I have one gear [Hook] When our eyes first met was like the fourth day in July When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine [Verse 5 - Action Bronson] Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving Six ducks in a wood burning oven Georgia Southern, her alma mater She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt f** swag, got pizzazz Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pa** Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies Next year catch me posing at the Tonys Folding paper wilding at the OTB Grow the money like a Cocha tree [Verse 6 - Action Bronson] American flags hang on walls that hide money Put my arm through the Pica**o Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC Randy Quaid with the turtleneck Erma with the jungle juice, man feet Beamer with the tan seats, Smack the taco out your mouth, green couch