Action Bronson - Buddy Guy lyrics

Stoned on the stoop
Got the box pumpin' Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle while
You motherfuckers semi-pro
Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go
Shoot your gun and throw confetti
Cause I'm ready ho! Look in my eyes
You can tell that I'm a stand-up
Call me the teacher
Wanna talk just put your hands up
We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken
Two seater shiftin' with the
Smooth Cedar Strippin'
My facial hair is light red just
Like a ball of fire
Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire
Brown haze leather swampy like the Everglades
I'll switch a style so that I'm
Ready when the era change
First pressed virgin oil from
The Greek Border
Spit the shit that have me laid
Up with the sheik's daughter
Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee
Lights flashin' when I'm rappin'
Tappin' tree that smoke lingers son it
Shine through the curtain
Cracked pepper motherfucker I'mma
Grinder for certain
So never in your life come
With scared business here
Fuck around never found bitch, disappear

Time after time I'm a winner
Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter
Far from a beginner
Keep an extra cartridge in the denim
Twisted off of Manischewitz
Harlem in a rental
The hash tanner than Connie, gorgeous
360 is the ways and the
Caesar's huggin' knotty flosses
Never stop until we hoppin
Out of grimey Porsches
One night shorty needin' over 9 abortions
I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with
When in canoe waving the ganja
Like a glow stick
Number one, numero uno with the flow shit
Your style is tired and limp
Just like an old dick bitch

Roman sculptures
All of my students hold a diploma
Stairs to the bath, garage door
Behold the Lotus
Finest tuna right out the sea
Straight off the boat this
Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga
Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I
Flex the two seam
Inject the vein with marijuana
I'm a true fiend
Up-to-the-minute, all the weapons we invented
That's hidden inside the rented
The window tinted ten the percentage
Sacrificin' the lamb for the nutrition
"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition
Nuclear fission is heavy weighty
Top the division lots of provisions collosal
Status stoppin' collisions
Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout
Barbecue the venison
Pair it with a great stout
Peace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace out
Every time I take that motherfuckin'
Weapon from my waist out