Action Bronson

[fox69]

"Heel Toe"


(La Musica De Harry Fraud)

Yeah, Irv (huh?)
Put a thousand on the grey dog (Which one, over there?)
I like that one (Alright)

Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare ya
To come and take this, find you in a basement naked
Plus it's rainin'
She took a sniff, now she dancin' like she Usher Raymond
See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons
Seat colors Sanaa Lathan, kinda resembles fried bacon
I shoot at your crew, put the spoon inside the Tiramisu
As I sat there looking cute in a suit
Shit I made it cool
To be yourself again without nobody helpin' em
What is that velvet?
Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist
All these fuckin' demons that infest the kid
This be that shit that your grandfather's invested in
Dad's back, your new shit I had that
My new bitch is half black, Bimmer made the hatchback
I'm havin' flashbacks of razors in the ass crack
Hundred thousand dollars all in ones inside the trash bag
A bunch of fiends, I'm havin' lunch in Queens
A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees
I'm at the garden sittin' Indian style, that means I'm on the floor
My skin is shinin' like it's Armor All
Freak bitches like a carnival
Bitch I stay on the boat just like a barnacle
I don't talk to no sons so bring your father through
And I was born in December, paint the Impala blue
Bitch it's gettin' cold, huh

She sniff blow, did the heel toe
Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough

Hang out the window of my sports car I'm listenin' to Prince
Bitch from Berlin is blowin' me behind the tints
Doves cried, then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye
Eyes still in the mirror lookin' for one time
When we were younger used to play in parks
Now my hunger got me drivin' European sharks
Lay in lofts, paint the hall a light Chilean moss
Shit I stay on the porch, lightin' a torch up like headlights on the Porsche
Tan coupin', work tanner than Cam Newton
Hand crafted Lands snoozin'
Susan, boufin' balloons in, shorty from Oahaxa
Husband back in México, cross this out his lock
Check came in it was $3500 just on the stomach
Imagine what we spent on weapons
And I have our bitch draped up in leopard
Joints filled up with pepper
I'm straight from Queens mother fucker, what you reppin'

She sniff blow, did the heel toe
Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough

My bitch gallop like a tan deer
Stealin' outfits? from the Tangiers
I been a man here so many damn years
You see that plane, it lands here
You see that drop, that's to drive me away, I'm wearin' cashmere
Pink champagne spillin' down the glass again
I swear just one more score baby we cashin' in
Me and money got a good rapport
I shot the cuban whore, papi met his maker in the humidor
Dove off the boat with the briefcase, no police chase
Then I went and had a cheesesteak from Ishkabibbles
Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one arm like Richard Kimble
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol
Bitch I've been the symbol

She sniff blow, did the heel toe
Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough

 

[fox69]

"Hookers At The Point"


Look baby don't play me, play lotto okay, you gotta try to cum okay
I'm a nice girl don't play me out
I know it's not everything baby but I'm out here working and I gotta pay up

Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with many times before
That's what she gets for being a whore though
She walked the streets, patent leather mini skirt
With the zipper, damn I know her kitty hurt
10 hour shifts she thinking' bout retiring
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I think she lying man
Shell suck a jewish lawyer, or an african cabby
It ain't about the money tryna get back at my daddy
Plus I'm feenin tryna smoke me some crack in the alley
Grease the cops, found her mouth in north captain o'malley

Yeah, it's Hoookers at the point
Bitch, get my motherfucking drink bitch Henny
Carterfield, in the fuckin sniffter don't put it in the rock glass again please
You fucking stupid bitch treat you like garbage kick you in ya fuckin ass
Come here bitch, put your breath on my pinky ring bitch
Get my motherfucking drink bitch HENNY

As I ride inside my 92' Seville
Windows half down so I can see my bitches in the field
Best believe they drinking daddy money
How you think I copped the caddy dummy
Tryna get this puff daddy money
The name silk but all my bitches call me montel
Spit the marvel, with the soft top not the hard shell
Three shades of green suit hat and matching lizards
8 bitches look like they straight from the alaskian blizzard
Bitch get my money 'fo I kill ya
You know the life you chose
But know you wanna be a mother
The kid will be retarded you can add him to his brother
Do the world a favor line your pussy up and rubber
Now you done made me spill my henny on my pinky ring
My nails are filed perfect though right you see me shinin
Now get the fuck up out my car and say [?]
We gettin luchey this is hookers at the point
Bitch

Dos en el morning, rocking sweatpants and
Slowly approaching animals in motion
Pussy safari, twenty for a lay
Ten for a BJ, but free for some free base
Before I purchase, I wanna peak at the turkey
Make sure that it's perky so it won't turn my dick to jerky
Open the door, soon as she sat down, she took a bump
She caught the rush, then made a hooker grunt
Let's talk about me, I'm always on the road
Got a little dick, many of the secrets I behold
Name is dano born in the Bronx, half Puerto Rican
Drive a truck hooked on dope cook a soul
Was once a prospect for the twin now I'm on a mission
Cryin naked shootin dope up in the kitchen
Falling asleep right on the shitter
Word to robero clemente dog I'm still a hitter, yeah!

 

[fox69]

"Hot Pepper"
(feat. Meyhem Lauren & Jah Tiger)



[Dialogue - Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren, Jah Tiger and local man:]
[Action Bronson:] I'm hungry, man
[Local man:] Hey, it's the DJ
[Action Bronson:] This is the DJ?
[Local man:] Yeah
[Jah Tiger:] [?] vibrate, Haile Selassie, y'know... this is 2011, Caribbean magazine, maybe you know him
[Action Bronson:] Aaah, that's the guy
[Jah Tiger:] Yes
[Meyhem Lauren:] We wanna hear you live, talk- let's hear somethin'
[Jah Tiger:] Come on, come on, come on

[Action Bronson:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year

Yeah, it's me
Yo, these queers tryna rock me to sleep (Never)
But the show got a lot
Around five blocks, read it and weep (Bitch)
Shit, I'm unexplained like a lot of things (What?)
If I see it and I want it, I'ma get it baby, ba-da-bing (Bing)
No doors on my jeep (Nope)
That's the case, I had to jump out
And Stacey Dash on police (Yo, I'm out! Yo, I'm out!)
I shoulda tried out for the Chiefs, damn (Uh)
A Hall-o-Famer, rap the least, damn (Uh)
This [?] won't stop, so my chick won't top
I'm bouncing down the block in that 6'2" drop (6'2" drop)
I'm so sincere, man, I shit you not (I shit you not)
I'm qualified to speak for my attorneys
Address the jury in a Shaq jersey (Black only)
This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix (Yeah)
I think I'll fuck around and throw Aladdin on the remix
You can never score a point against my defense (No)
For many years, my mind been going off the deep end
Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball
You get turned into a taco (Mmm)
Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco
(Hey, Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis?)
Like I said, they'll never find you in a pot roast (Never)
Uh, they'll never find you in a pot roast

I'm steppin' in hotter this year
I'm steppin' in hotter this year

[Jah Tiger:]
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name

[Mayhem Lauren:]
Yo, yeah, yo
Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces
Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists
Three's basic, forty-five covers on the coochie
You see me but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father
Up in Saks bustin' down racks
We out in Bal Harbour, certified
Looking like I'm powerin' appliance
Beefing over money that can sour an alliance
If yous evil, sitting in the cabinet
Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet
Outfits, controversial like I'm Russell Westbrook
Code name Lorraine, 'bout to hit you with a left hook
And fuck these old niggas actin' like they made us
We superceded everything they did so now they hate us
Take a look at my life, 'cause I'm historical
You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal
I'm the type to look up continents and then explore a few
Splash this [?] in the coffee
This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary
Every Gucci hoodie that sell, you couldn't stand with me
Crazed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through
Easy 'fore we open the spot, I might blind you

[Jah Tiger:]
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name
When the sun don't shine no more
And the rain keep bubbling down
And it can't exsolve the pain
Baby, you can call my name
Baby, you can call my name

[Action Bronson (Jah Tiger):]
That's how you perform under pressure
Just cameras and stuff like that, and this man just went in there and knocked it out!
(Ras Tafari, mon, Haile Selassie, mon)

 

[fox69]

"I Adore You"


Open eyes, light the joint, take a piss
Make two farm fresh scrambled eggs with the grits
Classic club soda, splash with the twist, lime
Placed on my wrist: custom Swiss time
Hit the slopes, custom case for the smoke
Lifted up, flour for the cake getting sifted up
Make it fluffy... poof
Bring your fucking buttcheeks here... boof
Man, I fucking stand on my own, pockets getting thick like Luthor
Hundred dollars on a taste will get a kid to shoot ya
Dip to the Red Roof Inn, have a sandwich
At 7: 30, on the Greyhound back to Kansas
My life is written, you sittin' while you pissin'
I'm only sittin' if I'm shittin'
And I'm shittin' often, I'm a boss
Smokin' while I'm coughin'
50 piece, a mummy that was laid inside the coffin
Extract the blood from the mosquito
In the amber, Deion Sanders on my feet inside the Regal
My shorty Tam, last name Esposito
And gettin' money every day my destiny though
You could mistake me for a truck driver
On the strip, paying 30 for a muff diver
She had the red pussy hairs like a brush fire
Peace to Jamaican big girl, 'nuff iyah

Girl, why you running from me? Bitch I adore you
Come back sit in the chair baby you're royal
No one above you, need you in my life
What I would do without you? I need you
Standby
Please don't go

 

[fox69]

"I'm Going Down"
(originally by Mary J. Blige)



Time on my hands
Since you been away girl
I ain't got no plans
No no no no no
And the sound of the rain
Against my windowpane
Slowly, slowly drivin' me insane, oh

I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
Cause you ain't around, baby
My whole world's upside down

Sleep don't come easy
Oh, please believe me
Since you been gone
Everything's goin' wrong
Why'd you have to say goodbye
Look what you've done to me
I can't stop these tears from fallin' down my eyes

I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
You ain't around, motherfucker
My whole world's upside down

Baby love
Don't you try to hate me the lyrics
Baby love
Baby love
Holding up for me
I'm goin' down
And I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
I fuck queens, motherfucker

Not it's it
Take 'em home
Take 'em home, fellas

Young Mat
Yound [?]
Young Fred
Young Paul
Young [?]

I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
You ain't around, baby
My whole world's upside down

Thank you, thank you
Thank you very much
That was beautiful
[?]
Phenomenal
Phenomenal

 

[fox69]

"Imported Goods"


[Verse 1:]
Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs
'95: younger Bronson on the fast track
To blast gat, now I'm looking past that
I want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ
I put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb
A thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam
Aretha Jan you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
Or risk the forest where the motherfucking resutine be
Peking duck, and large liver, goose carver
Swiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father
You know the motto, jacket to the knee
I can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord
Spark a seance, cause everybody lifted
I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up
This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play
You cuffed against all the construction, take it easy

[Hook:]
This for my people making sales until they back hurt
See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt
Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and
Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking
My man who just came home, and some are going up
Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up
Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize
Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies

[Verse 2:]
Bronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking
Never see us starving, all my people hardly speaking
When it's time, though, we form into a single file
Spray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child
Hop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina
Getting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina
Hooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back
Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day
Know the verbal, is Oscar-winning
You cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten
Suppositories in the ass of you, the green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do
Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man
I'll E. Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole hand
Sex a dime, herbally, a blessed time
Check the rhyme motherfucker, better recognize

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
The eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter of the water
Near the border, where you oughta find me
The Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning
Air Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balance
Stay endorsing that weak shit, my team spit
That mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shit
Now you sick to your stomach because you stunted
Word got fronted, another motherfucking jerk confronted
Post pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em
Flushing, motherfucker, keep a toast up by the gold Saturn
Little doulas on the block we tell 'em "go stab 'em"
Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier to toe tag em'
Carhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness
Bronson love a freak bitch, dining on that Greek dish
That's the a-hole, all my people AWOL
Cash inside the case and now the judges want to play ball

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"In The City"
(feat. Jeff Woods)



[Intro: SkeeTV Interview]

[Hook: Jeff Woods]
In the city of big dream and bright lights
What you see is what you get so motherfucker look twice
Hard times, just tryna get by
I remember a night when I was tryna get high
So much stress

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
You at the game but I learn quick
Everything I purchase I've earned it
You can catch me in suburban swervin'
Window half down think I'm German
Hit the tree's now I'm bent, use febreeze for the scent
Hide the G's in a vent so you see the boy wiggle the keys to the Benz
One and only, Bam Bam, Flushing, Queens represent
After we shoot we throw the check out, at least 10 stacks when I step out
Through explanations from the chefs mouth
No more stress

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Tires screech for the iron I reach reclining the seat
Now you sleep, the shit is pure have you grinding your teeth
See a smile on ya face but you dying underneath
What it be? ain't nothing, stay stunting
Jewerly on the wave runner
Bronsolino smoother than some shea butter
Chillin by the mountains like a grey hummer
Ate dinner while they played the whispers
I had the fish it was the delicious, had hibiscus syrup
Trips to Europe, bitch I'm here cheer up
Have a beer, pull a chair up, there's some things we got to clear up
I'm the motherfucking mandate, big stack of money with the rubber band tight
Lie with the left, shake hands right
Thank you for coming good night

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Intercontinental Champion"


Yo, pop, sniff confetti for the toast
Dropkicks like Janetty off the ropes
Mach 6 smoking heavy on the coast
See me dip the law like vanilla in a cone
Use caution cause if not, then you a goner
Only talk business where we sitting in a sauna
Ain't trying to be in prison, taking shits up in the corner
Rikers Island know the water so it's all water
Shoes native, rock a husky as a headdress
Mind's sick so we need to be on bedrest
Your favorite needs, give me head, sex
She's a squirter, so the bed's wet
You're gonna have to lay the towel down
Retard shit, class in the basement
Free form jazz band, eat a pussy
While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-Bam
Smoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme hand
Damn, the bitch like Mrs. Sharoda
Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor
Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra
Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring it over
"Ohhh but I don't even drink"
Then shorty sipped the liquor, then I'll fuck her on the sink
Red mink to the ankle mat lotioned
Arch your back, slow motion
Hold a green toast out in Oakland, shooting juice in my upper cheek
Shorty dripping like a tunnel leak
You know your whole team pussy like a muffin sheet
Stay balanced like a runner's feet, it's me

 

[fox69]

"Intro"
(feat. Big Body Bes)



[Big Body Bes:]
Oy, Manuel
Yo keep the car runnin' man
I got some shit I gotta handle real quick man
Yeah, what the fuck is good
You know I'm back in the motherfuckin' room
Just stepped in, matter fact I just stepped out
Motherfuckin' 1996 Lincoln Town Car, baby blue
But now I'm over here making my presence felt once again
'Cus you know I'm a made motherfuckin' man
The first thing you do when you meet me
You should apologize to me straight off the top
Just because you're nothing like me
But fuck that, back to me

 

[fox69]

"Irishman Freestyle"


Yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfucker
White Bronco, Queens in this bitch (uh huh, yeah, yeah, yah, yah)
Baklava (wow, wow, wowowowow)
You already know me, yo, get my motherfucking drugs, quick please (blahblahblahblahblahblah)
Yeah, yo

I caught a DUI coming out the Trey Songz concert
Shit was bronkers, Bronson slam like Giannis (uh)
Mega wellness hat, I'm unconscious (true)
Don't drink gin and tonic (no)
Only natural wine to be honest (true)
Your chick classic like fake rice from China (uh)
Staring in the mirror like, "I hate my vagina" (yew)
Jizzed in my first scene with De Niro (uh)
Jizzed in my first scene with Scorsese (uh)
The Bimmer go 480 with no old ladies (woo)
Fuck out of here, bitch, you not wavy (woo)
These more shady, faces like some old babies (uh)
Me, I'm stone cold crazy, and it's no maybes (true)
Shit, I was hatched in the '80s (uh)
In 600 Mercedes with Dior shades on (uh)
New York made me (uh)
Strong like Japanese sword blades
Two Tesla coils under the bald fade (damn)
Fucking with me, that be the wrong thang (woo)
I'm butt naked with the Uzi on Broadway (uh)
My haircut is like Dominican folk art
Use the G-Wagon like a golf cart
Bitch, I got a cold heart (shit)
Hot blooded, short tempered (uh)
Get you splashed like water, not expensive
Brown bags filled with drugs sat behind the benches (damn)
Any club in the world can't deny me entrance (nobody)
Pussy (none), you know it's me, bitch (yes)

Me, Queens, White Bronco