Action Bronson - Marijuana Bronson lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Marijuana Bronson lyrics]
Marijuana Bronson
Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz
Play possum with the pigs stuff
A dime on the kid
Just scripted for the brothers holding
Knives on they bids
Gift basket full of figs
I'm sipping wine with the fizz
I got that pure smoke
Gorgeous like a sushi plate
Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate
The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee
Classic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea
See, It be those kids from
Queens in guess jeans
Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams
That let the lead scream
We still rhyme fly words over percussion
Nine - five Style max
Out diamonds in Flushing
I'm still the man immoral Its
Hard to navigate through coral
Your bitch with the tit's still
Give the slamming oral
Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code
You know the dope'll force a
Fiend into the sleeper hold
You mother fucker I got you
Ay yo, mountains are capped with snow though
It's the summer months
I'm working hard for that money
Laundered in other fronts
Forty blunts in the museum
Jerk chicken patties out the window cop
The tyson out the coliseum
A Street Fighter with the Killer
Instinct for Mortal Kombat
The title holder higher than
A giant's shoulder
Lamb roasting over open fire
Full moon hallucinations giving in to
All my souls desire
Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector
You Doctor Seuss
I let him fall from off the roof
And now I got the juice
I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere
Frozen nose hairs all I know
Better be dro there pass the Thyme
Chocking off the truest reefer
Lawrence Taylor in his prime
With the smoother Caesar
Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup
The holy grail telling tale blowing
Cheeba eating tangy duck
Mother Fucker, Queens
These are the vividries of life
That I'm expressing to you
Smoke salmon or coke famine
Your friend'll do you
Cause you make a little paper
But you acting greedy
They'll cook ya momma in front of
You just like hibachi Peaty
There's no Tahiti
Forty five scrolls in graffiti
Beamers on BBs, the shit only seen on the TV
It really happened in the galaxy of Queens
Giving credit you indebted off
The fallacies of fiends
I walk a road less traveled
Push the foreign car
Often spark steel and known to
Play the gun guitar
The drugs sell by themselves you
Just a common factor real star is in the jar
You the supporting actor
Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon
Puff a pound of boom, marijuana
She met a valid doom
We gotta get it cause we
Living for the minute
Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip
Keepin it lemon scented
Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz
Play possum with the pigs stuff
A dime on the kid
Just scripted for the brothers holding
Knives on they bids
Gift basket full of figs
I'm sipping wine with the fizz
I got that pure smoke
Gorgeous like a sushi plate
Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate
The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee
Classic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea
See, It be those kids from
Queens in guess jeans
Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams
That let the lead scream
We still rhyme fly words over percussion
Nine - five Style max
Out diamonds in Flushing
I'm still the man immoral Its
Hard to navigate through coral
Your bitch with the tit's still
Give the slamming oral
Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code
You know the dope'll force a
Fiend into the sleeper hold
You mother fucker I got you
Ay yo, mountains are capped with snow though
It's the summer months
I'm working hard for that money
Laundered in other fronts
Forty blunts in the museum
Jerk chicken patties out the window cop
The tyson out the coliseum
A Street Fighter with the Killer
Instinct for Mortal Kombat
The title holder higher than
A giant's shoulder
Lamb roasting over open fire
Full moon hallucinations giving in to
All my souls desire
Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector
You Doctor Seuss
I let him fall from off the roof
And now I got the juice
I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere
Frozen nose hairs all I know
Better be dro there pass the Thyme
Chocking off the truest reefer
Lawrence Taylor in his prime
With the smoother Caesar
Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup
The holy grail telling tale blowing
Cheeba eating tangy duck
Mother Fucker, Queens
These are the vividries of life
That I'm expressing to you
Smoke salmon or coke famine
Your friend'll do you
Cause you make a little paper
But you acting greedy
They'll cook ya momma in front of
You just like hibachi Peaty
There's no Tahiti
Forty five scrolls in graffiti
Beamers on BBs, the shit only seen on the TV
It really happened in the galaxy of Queens
Giving credit you indebted off
The fallacies of fiends
I walk a road less traveled
Push the foreign car
Often spark steel and known to
Play the gun guitar
The drugs sell by themselves you
Just a common factor real star is in the jar
You the supporting actor
Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon
Puff a pound of boom, marijuana
She met a valid doom
We gotta get it cause we
Living for the minute
Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip
Keepin it lemon scented