Action Bronson - La Luna lyrics

Yo, yo, i need a car i have to go
To the garden i'm gonna be
Late i need one right now can
You please call La Luna? Alright
(Phone ringing) Hello you've reached La Luna
Luxury Car Unlimited Services if you
Need a ride to the airport
Call 1-800 airport please hold
Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that
Shit is funky, what is that? Yo
What beat is that? It's from the phone
Could rhyme on this oh, hell yeah, hahah
Yeah

Came out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, it's him
Time to put the toys back in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of this shit
Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick
And it's rubbing me the wrong
Way to say the least i'ma say my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice
With the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep
On Collins Ave looking stoned, man
You know me
Asian shooter with the blonde hair
Street Fighter character
Fuck around and suplex 'em
Through the salad bar
My life is greenlit, no script
And we all know that money be
The motive for this whole shit
Bitch, I'm focused like none other
The number one Don Dada
Drop-top, jokes on the youngster
Now look at him looking slim in the red '89
Testarossa with the wing mind blown

A customer representative will be with you
Shortly did you know we can
Get to you in just seven
Minutes? Seven minutes call 1-800-80

Your shit lack quality
I'm sittin' right behind my
Chick makin' pottery
My first joint was like an odyssey
The second joint straight raw
Like the shaman's feet
Climbed the stairs to the sun
Sacrificed myself for protection of
My only son
Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close
To another thousand years, here's a toast
(clink)
Champagne drippin' down the beard hair
Supermodel sucking while I steer
The long pink Fleetwood
Roll a big fat blunt so you
Know I'm gonna sleep good now

(Uh, Rock-a-bye baby, yeah)
(Rock-a-bye baby, uh huh)