Tommy Mas - Get Off My P.P. lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot The sh** that have us laid in Benzes with a gla** top Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot I'll leave a b**h in a vacant and let his a** rot 174 and autobahn is where the cash drop Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild 'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's style (?) Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow Hands down, one motherf**er 260 combined, here to bring the ruckus The ba**line plus the words raise the crime rate Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight [Hook] Yo, get off the next man's P.P Be original, kid, get off the P.P Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, the d** are rolled up, the money fold up I love my b**hes big-body like an old truck With their waists sliced thin just like the cold cuts Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose Smoke the hash, takin form just like it's putty, holmes Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded German shift, twist, burn the bliss I love it when the p**y tighter like a tourniquet Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it [Hook]