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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"East Bound And Down"


Hit the clutch, shift to the gear
Mash on the gas. You're soon to see me
Right by the lake just like a bass (kid)
Burn these sticks like a native, gold potatoes, cold tornados
Ashes like I roll [?]
But never play, though, tryin' to get that Play-Do
To have the whole team creamy like alfredo
The mozzarella, basil, oil, and tomato
The thirty year balsamic laid up on that table
Next to me, a cigarette and drug lay
There in my lungs, that's why [?] never dropped weight
In the taxi shorty blessing me with tongue play
Ditch the cab, gonna twist it up the one-way
She lost a shoe, I bounced - dipped on her
Just a victim of the cold world to get warmer
Then I did with my spic friend in a quick Honda
Pick up a package from Juan down at the ship harbor
Sell it off in the crib, making the shit marble
[?] taking chugs outta the big bottle
Dick sucks disappears thanks to a thick model
Her ass is fat but the coconut is a bit hollow
No point in asking if the motherfucking bitch swallow
Absolute, like the shit that's in the clear bottle
Straight from Sweden, see me counting money cheesin'
Ducks get shot out the sky, that's when it's huntin' season
Phone rings fiendin' for stuff, Danny Tanner
I handle business like a man, you're just a tranny dancer
I'm going down, kid
East motherfucking bound and down, bronsolino
Bon appetite, bitch
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Easy Rider"


[Verse 1:]
Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat
Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel
I'm leaned back with the Les Paul
Shit I smoke is like cholesterol
Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival
The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call
Best believe that there was neck involved
Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab
Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains
Started running with the stallions
Playing frisbee in the West Indies
Did the tango with my kidneys
Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

[Hook x4:]
Ride the Harley into the sunset

[Verse 2:]
By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick
I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser
A little machine to make espresso
I heard your bitch still wears Ecko
Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco
Live from the Expo, it's me
I wear the wolf in the winter
Steer the coupe from the center
Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner
I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans
Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen
(Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen

[Verse 3:]
Pump the bass in the trunk
Shit rattled like a baby hand
Except this toy cost 80 grand
And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
Just from writing words with a pen
Tell the pilot "land the plane"
On Roosevelt and Main
Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces
My bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
Shit you barely got sneaker money
So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny
You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya
(I can't hear ya)
You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya

[Verse 4:]
The Magic Johnson of the game
These lames don't want to play with me
Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me
I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see, it's me

[Hook x6]

[Outro - Guitar]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Eggs On The Third Floor"


You said that I was worthless
Sure enough the toxins came up to the surface
I'll take your oxygen I'm perfect
Better bring your iron to the skirmish
Step on heads of serpents, smoke detergent
Robert Downey Jr., rotate image
Old money in the bag look like sauteed spinach bitch
Manicurin' like a China, spin out the beamer at the arena
Bitches spot me like a cheetah
Wild life, wild nights with your wife (twice, dyke)
Now who the one that be turnin' the wheel in the old Deville
Step in the field, suckas know I'm real
Long sword down the leg so I stand still
Red beard so I resemble Jim the Anvil
Neidhart, ride dirty in the five sharp
Hand skills, Jean Claude, fine art
Put my head right through the Monet, ole
All the drugs I smoke, my lungs are probably coal gray
Ice on the Rolly, dykes on the pole play
Gravitatin' towards the money cause it brings me joy
Only thing next to my baby girl and baby boy
Drop Mercedes toy
With your moms butt naked cookin' eggs like Ving Rhames in Baby Boy
You know the outcome, you ain't about none
Smoke 'til my mouth numb
Hold the chopsticks at the top you know I'm upper class
Grab the sizzle beef with my teeth
Hop in the vehicle, lit the keef
Back in the streets, it's me

Yo this is Bam Bam and I'm representin' Flushing
Smokin' blueberry like a muffin
Yo I'm the one your lady lovin'
Just tell that bitch I need a scrubbin'
And don't forget the chicken in the oven
Never burn a dinner, spend cake on cheese
Red mirror lenses in the gray Oakleys
Flip out the plane with a cape on skis
Girl I really love it when you're dancin' on me
Dancin' on me, dancin' dancin' on me
No time flat I'm gonna be on TV
With a big batty gal, skin tropical
I'm doin' all the things you never seen possible
Blow the smoke out, the BBS's poke out
Daddy did the three-piece and mommy brought the cloak out
Nowadays you can catch me out in So Cal
Spendin' five stacks in a week in the grow house
Now I'm highed up, makin' popcorn
Flip the bag this side up
Then sit back on the couch
And let me put my penis in your mouth
Cause girl I really want some head tonight
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Expensive Pens"
(feat. Meyhem Lauren)



[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yeah
Yo drop to the ground and one knee me if you see me
Take off your top like ZZ
Mushrooms by himself causes shown to give samples of the body
That I demolished you novice I'm polished
Dip in impala quick
Ah motherfucker your only kinda sick
I'm fully blown like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia
I'm out for self-ia, Bronson not helpin' ya
Trying to get the Lexus ah oysters for breakfast ah
I'm still in queens that's my native land
I sport a headdress baby veil on the headrest
Bitch
Buscemi frame by my favorite chair
Asian hair on a dominican with cajun flare
I keep the coke clean, father and son dope fiends
Mother and daughter strippers sniffing all the codeine
Affliction shirts and dress paints like I'm Oakley
Three bitches waiting for me Toyki oh shit
Roll whip, panorama tough
Salamander tux, fucking Alabama Butts
Ah we known to galavant in trucks
With an Irish bitch that will put a hammer to your nuts

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Compose a fly rap with an 18 karat meisterstuck
My people like to shoot
Bronsolino dice the fluke
Phenomenal fish platters
Plus everyday is turkey day
My vision is clear so now we getting it the murky way
Pillaging daily plus we give thanks and fill tanks with premium
Cadillacs my people always steaming them
Turn the car into a sauna with some marijuana
If you know Bronsolino then you know that's his persona
Slang school PHd holders in the building
Far from elementary but we do this for the children
Ready able and willing
Dealing constantly building
Seen niggas make a million standing outside they building
I'm from New York home of the hustle
Where skinny people move big cause chrome is the muscle
Just to get a rep you get left with a darker past
You just a little sick my fucking flow is Arthur Ashe
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Falconry"
(feat. Meyhem Lauren)



Yo pass me the ball fool
You better fuckin' pick me, ya
Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on this pussy
I don't give a fuck
I'll kick this motherfucking 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 shit 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
Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch
(Ah man there's so much fuckin' 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 class with a hard dick
Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life
I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park
When they took the fucking 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 bitches in flocks
Representative for everything official
Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue
Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby
Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga 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
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Flip Ya"
(feat. Retchy P)



[Intro]

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Live
Stare in the mirror I'm a changed man
Never, I'm just executing my game plan
Shit, I'm crunching numbers just like a rain man
And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand
I snap the button on the driving gloves
Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug
I probably die from drugs or while I'm fucking
Fuck it, as long as she suck dick
You see me with a bitch like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives
Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb
Staring at the crescent while I'm laying on my back
Smokin' drug, you know the potent one
Put a half ounce of the crystal in the asshole of a shih tzu
Twist your bitch too, like Brazilian jujitsu
When I marry, cop a shower room that shits two
Sell your pussy if I called and had my chips, boo
It's Bam Bam and I'm feeling like my time is here, to take the world over
Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl's shoulder, then have a cold soda
If you ain't with me roll over

[Verse 2: Retchy P]
My mind marinate in drug sauce
The private driver's name is Gustaf
The cuff links is like a slut's cough
So disgusting, english muffin
With the butter at the Yiddish luncheon
With my pimpish cousin
He sport the slick-back clean
And I inquired how'd he get that
Paused and said a bitch is a bitch
I twist the spliff while I sit in the six
The classic LO sweaters sit on the prince
Thumbs in the belt loop, as I pose for the pic
My boy is shell-amen, I blessed your residence with elegance
Turning entire rooms into elephants
Stepped in the building
The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey
Ferrari taped at the party
Wheeled in by Steve Harvey
He had the freshest line in the building
He stunted on mine, it was my party
And he tarnished my shine got mad and had him escorted out
"Vincent, get 'I'm outta my face"
And Missy Elliot had started a fight
Busta Rhymes was on a molly
From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body
Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me
Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house
Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out
He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat
I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely
I rock the Jordan sole that's kinda icy
My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey
Niggah
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Forbidden Fruit"


As I step in the door, you in your bathrobe
Pour you a little more wine I see your glass low
Scared of a real man from deal with theses assholes
Just drink your wine and then we step up in the bath slow
Soak your body cause it's beggin for a love touch
Light the candle, and I'm a light another dutch
Then we slip into a place that's only you and me
Put it deep like the bottom of the bluest sea
You too young to be locked down - truancy
Always got your hair done rockin your jewelry
Killin these other bitches word readin their eulogy
Hips insane, the pussy? Foolery
At the end of the day baby it's you and me
At the end of the day honey it's you and me
Just you and me, uhhh
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Galactic Love"


Do me a favor, with that, light the candle. Is that the Hawaiian Rayman?
Aight I get the same one every single time, I don't understand this

At the piano with a glass of pino
All red silk like I'm nino
Custom made shit, I weight 140 kilos
Sneeze on 100G's, hoes on their knees blow from Montego
The way my hair look you swear my name was Rodrigo
Lay low, if you can't do it then just say no
If you ain't built to play this game then you get halo'd
I put a lot of fiends in k-holes

Hello
Hi
What's up mama?
I just watched boing perform
How do you feel about it?
They ain't you baby hahaha, you're better than all these shit heads

I'm just a bastard with a bad habit
Bad back in a black Volkswagen Rabbit
Shit I gotta have it
Black magic woman put a spell on me
Fuck around and win a spelling bee
I could walk under ladders, still won the lotto
Ten minutes flat, built a boat in a bottle
Roy Rodgers baffle, sniffin' coke with a model
Told her to Google me, shit I might paint the Cougar green
All this lechuga in my jeans
I still see Freddy Kruger in my dreams
Ain't nothin' moving but the cream
Shit, know I do it for team

I just wanna hear em announce your name, that's all I care about
How's your knee?
My knee is... It's not bad these past few days
You been alright?

That's all I care about
Took a meeting up at Paramount
Typecast as a romantic lead
I'm classically trained for drug dealing
But I wasn't good at drug dealing
So I flipped shit, rug, ceiling
Dry water, five daughters all stood 5'4"
Or got 5 quarters for the store


Fuck knows what I'm saying anymore mane, my mind is shot, been working so motherfuckin' hard.
So I'm bout to light this motherfuckin' dab up. Til the next time, peace
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Gateway To Wizardry"
(feat. Styles)



[Verse 1 - Action Bronson:]
Yeah, good hoodie, shorty got the good pussy
Sniff coke off a crisp hundred
Stay blunted, silk pants, sip France
Chicks dance, I stand in the pimp stance
West coast, laid back feel the breeze
Burnin' trees in diplomas, earn degrees
In the winter, mockneck circle ski
Wanna party, pop that purpley
Oh shit bam bam in the building
Scrape the women, hide the children
Give a bitch rimshot like a Zildjian
Me and Mildred eating like a pilgrim
Huh, yo Tommy Lasorda
Dodge bullets, dive into the water
True lies, diamonds at the porter
Shoot like Terry Porter, pimpin' with your Asian daughter
I'm always ready for a minor bid
Not for long cause I need me some vagina, kid
Tryna catch strange soup in the silk
Well-built with the coupe in the kilt
I need some mouth from a woman
I couldn't get it, so I took it, though I shouldn't
Sick shit like Ferrara with the footage
Stick shift in Ferrari, oh my goodness
Hood bitch, sweatpants, good tits
Fat butt, 97 Acura
Big bitch, make me want to tackle her
Fuck around Urlacher her
Enough of that, I'mma shoot dice, abusin' the wall
'Til I cruise on the shore, barbecues on the four
Mad drugs on the table and I'm doing 'em all
And I'm never gon' fall

[Bridge x2:]
Last time we locked eyes, slapped hands with the kid
Now you rambling kid, you should have handled that shit
When you see me motherfucker better handle your biz
Better handle your biz

[Verse 2 - Action Bronson:]
Put the flame to his sneakers, I'm a pyro
Barrel revolutions got us spinning like a gyro
The suitcase is filled with filo
Here's a side-note
Fuck around, leave you on the side road
Five stars on the dinner plate
Pardon 'em, see me studded like Cardamom
Play your part cause you don't really want no part of 'em
Take the key out the ignition, shouldn't have started 'em
Joints twisted like a sprained foot
Red beard, big blue eyes, a strange look
It's like I'm chopping down trees
Jump out the chopper on skis, maltese
I'm stunned by the mountains and the sunrise
Stash work in the mattress where your son lies
Enter the casket under dirt and the guns cry
I'm going out blazing, squeezing at the one time

[Verse 3 - Styles P:]
You ain't a boss, you just playin' boss
Pop him in his head, pray on his corpse
Knee on his neck and his sternum
Askin' for forgiveness, when I'm done I'mma burn him
You dancin' with the demons
I know you see the European leanin'
And the chain and watch gleamin'
And you thinkin' this a dreamin'
Welcome to the nightmare
Blunts, the Delorean
This shit'll travel light-years
But you gon' end up right here
My rap style is impeccable
Standing still in the mirror but seein' my reflection move
Phantom no vehicle, ghost no vehicle
A Ouija board, it ain't weed what the fuck I need it for
And what the fuck you got me heated for
Real cool nigga, show you what the heat is for
Ghost and Bronson, shoot like Bronson
Cook you like Swanson, now look at your conscience
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Get Off My P.P."


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 shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass 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 motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
The bassline 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

Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up
I like my bitches big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced inches 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, take it, form like a puddy, 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 to bliss
I love it when the pussy tighter like a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it

[Hook]
 
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