Action Bronson - Barry Horowitz lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Barry Horowitz lyrics]
"His opponent from St petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred thirty-one pounds
Barry Horowitz!"
Yeah, the Chocolatier bronsalinio yeah
To the back with the hat
Lean back in the 'llac crack the window
Hear the soldier styles and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat
" just a cat that can rap
This is Bronson - representing Flushing
Queens on the map
Yeah - heavyweight primate with
A Harvard mind blunts filled with the citrus
Mixed with orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of
Action come to mind
Born to ride, winter spring summer shine
Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide
You don't want the revolution to be televised
Terrorfied from the Arab mountain death camps
With the iron burning hot
Give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth
Over the mouthpiece with or without leaf
Burn about an ounce chief
To the neck like a razor for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle
Blazin in the huddle yeah
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it
Left the slippers in the sand
Motherfuckers couldn't stand in it
It's Barry Horowitz rap
I pat myself on the back
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk
Shaq I attack close the window to your soul
Weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin placed
Into a young urn
Specialized like the little bus
Use my chubby little finger first
To stimulate the clitoris
King Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin it for
Real while you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker
I'm on a solo mission
Started at pole position
Eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I roll another one
Quite persistant
That's why they call me my mother's son
Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke king
Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded
I'm on that old shit!
"Barry Horowitz
Always likes to pat himself on the back"
"Two hundred thirty-one pounds
Barry Horowitz!"
Yeah, the Chocolatier bronsalinio yeah
To the back with the hat
Lean back in the 'llac crack the window
Hear the soldier styles and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat
" just a cat that can rap
This is Bronson - representing Flushing
Queens on the map
Yeah - heavyweight primate with
A Harvard mind blunts filled with the citrus
Mixed with orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of
Action come to mind
Born to ride, winter spring summer shine
Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide
You don't want the revolution to be televised
Terrorfied from the Arab mountain death camps
With the iron burning hot
Give you chest stamps
Phone calls with the cloth
Over the mouthpiece with or without leaf
Burn about an ounce chief
To the neck like a razor for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle
Blazin in the huddle yeah
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it
Left the slippers in the sand
Motherfuckers couldn't stand in it
It's Barry Horowitz rap
I pat myself on the back
Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk
Shaq I attack close the window to your soul
Weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin placed
Into a young urn
Specialized like the little bus
Use my chubby little finger first
To stimulate the clitoris
King Kong ain't got shit on us
I'm out here gettin it for
Real while you motherfuckers filibust'
Weed in my finger flicker
I'm on a solo mission
Started at pole position
Eyes on the long division
As it burn my thumb, I roll another one
Quite persistant
That's why they call me my mother's son
Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff
Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke king
Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded
I'm on that old shit!
"Barry Horowitz
Always likes to pat himself on the back"