Action Bronson - Get Off My P.P.

My father's Action Bronson
Get off of his PP, mannn~!

[Action Bronson]
Yeah... yeah!! Bronsolinio
Outdoorsman shit, hit 'em!

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
Off glory recital, fiends on the backlot
Backalley Bronson always cookin up a mad plot
The shit that have us laid in bed just with a glass top
Hash pot stickin out the dash spot
I leave a vision of fakin and let his ass rot
One-seven-four and autobahn is where the cash drop
Then take the payment and distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26 and I'm a mad child
Low machete, hoppin out the pants style
Whether fightin or graffiti got them hand styles
I wipe the floor up with your face like it's ShamWow
Hands down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to hold the 9 straight

[Chorus]
Yo, get off the next man's PP
Yo be original kid, get off the PP
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off my PP
Yo be original kid, get off the PP

[Action Bronson]
Yo - the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up
I love my bitches big bodied like an old truck
With they waist sliced inches like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea but then I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl the honey toes
Serve a pound of that and leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it from 'em like it's money, homes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
A "Dirty Rotten Scoundrel" like Steve Martin
Drugs so good Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on a roll, blow trees through East Harlem
Just put me in a cage in a basement, I'm retarded
German ship, twist, learn to blitz
I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
Cop the ticket saw the cookin and converted it
Dutch leave third of it, roll it up, urder it

[Chorus]
Yeah, get off the next man's PP
Yo be original kid, get off the PP
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off my PP
Get off my blood hardened knob.. PP

Action Bronson - Moonstruck

[Action Bronson]
Awww yeah~! We in the motherfuckin place tonight
Show's about to start guys, everybody get to your seats
Bronsolinio's comin to the stage
Mmm, knew about the local things what they all talkin about

Step in the door, Bronsolini, the mayor
The kush replayer, 80 footsy pussy gushy slayer
I'm a star and I'ma prove it
Saw me in the foreign car, shorty had a movement
Comin to your town, lockin it down, rockin it out
I'm on fire there's no stoppin it now, it's tournament edition
Shorty on the arm annoint a man for fishin
Brussels eatin breakfast in the Orient for chicken, listen
Know my mother wanna see me win
Slide the crack inside the slot you put your CD in
Give a couple bucks, let me live, puff a dutch
Cause ain't no motherfucker playin me in Suckerpunch
It's my time, no more standin in line
Now it's time to eat {?} with the rarest of wine
Hair red just like the meat, never careless with mine
Play your part and stay sharp daddy, cherish your crime

[Action Bronson]
Aiyyo, you couldn't wait to hear this fly shit
Shorty open up your thighs quick, smoke the pussy like a thai stick
My style is lovin in the island by Dubai dick
I leave my stash right on the floor cause this is my shit
Intoxicatin aroma, drunk holdin a diploma
Beautiful wine, we in Sonoma yo
The cheese plate, fish a pike out the lake
Take a dyke on a date, she let me bite cause I'm an ape
White limey, maneuver at night, fuck assumption
Bronsolin' bring the truth to the light, that we the best
and ain't no motherfucker tellin me different
Most talent and I practice, ain't no shock that I'm winnin
Double A all in it
Known for sinnin in cinnamon women in ten directions
Cinderella pendants, the love flow tremendous
All I got is myself so fuck a co-defendant
Struck ass stripper, she tried to play me yo the whore's demented

Bronsolinio, I move luc'
Just a little fuckin taste of that mouth bitch

Action Bronson - Shiraz

[Action Bronson]
We been the best since I stepped in
Pringle hooker to the motherfuckin Jetson
In the sack, break a back like a Redskin
Need the doe/knead the dough like I'm tryin to get the bread then
Trina made the head spin
Every season play the corner like I'm Reevis
Light caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
New York City, Queensborough be the backdrop
I bring it back two on the benches near the blacktop
Big things, see me movin like a Sasquatch
Money I'm in pursuit, coochie inside the booth
Bitches are on display, get brain inside the Coupe
Shift gears that's with the left, which means I'm on the right
Get paid by any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid
Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smokin
Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
Twelve forces, laid up on a long table
Aged wine got me spinnin like a dreidel
For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
Hazel-eyed bitches always blazin up the basil
The red razor carvin features in your facial
Kreef and Corona, puffin indo be a loner
Huffin cheeba in the street by the chimney corner
Tu no stoppin me, motherfuckers are sloppy
I'm the captain of the rap you talkin about
Up in Niagara Falls, makin wifey suck a bag of balls
I'm sick, just like a Magic call
Same person on camera or when the motherfuckin camera off
Hash straight from the desert could knock a camel off
Sheep straight out of {?} to let the hammers off
Off the +Bo+ shit, whole clique roll thick
No shit, piss drunk and they smoke sticks
Not a word of English but they hold the four-fifth
Fila jumpsuits, samples know the whole shit
Young kids walkin around got the dezzy in hand
Goin "boom shaka laka" like it's NBA Jam
Never speak to fuzz (aiyyo admit it you would cheek the drugs)
Pass out the reefer show 'em how to use your sneakers cuz
The roasted peppers, sweet tomatos heirloom
We on the beach, restin peach and we in Cancun
Fly girlie curly hair is gettin ran through
We in the shower gimme head - shampoo
Swimming trunk, to accentuate the ankle
Eyes blues, put the children money in the bank-o
Just every Frank-o, take the cash and tango
A straight stoned, sly, thank you
Bye, peace, one, fuck you

Action Bronson - Barry Horowitz

"His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry, Horowitz!!"

[Action Bronson]
Yeah, the chocolate T.A.
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

("Someone took the words to my song") {*ding ding ding*}

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 hoe stiff
Make your hoe sniff Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke king
Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit~!

("Someone took the words to my song" - 2X)

"Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back" - Jim Ross

Action Bronson - Brunch

[Intro/Chorus]
{"Know you broke my heart woman"}
{"When you said goodbye to me"}
You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North
Before you sick South and I'll be sittin in that big house

[Action Bronson]
Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron
X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon
and bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees
On two skis, carvin up the ounces with his dookies
I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel
Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells
No more childs play kid you with the big boys
Fuck her in economy size, we want that big noise
My family's hatin that I rhyme with fury
Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases
that'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry
Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry
Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard
You ain't never in the limelight, undercard
Bronsolini in the sky, thunder rod
Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer

[Chorus]

[Action Bronson]
The second stanza even deadly than the first
From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth
That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization
I'm walkin the torrid land though I'm seekin my vindication from
my bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade
He'll figure sailin apparel and plus a crisp fade
First day class, the Agassis are black and white
My older cousin puffin clot bitch, pass the pipe
Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser
Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza
I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy
Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere
My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up
Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up
Just a taste of the life like a September call up
Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, gettin torn up
Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung
Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run
Praise the son that can stand on his own two
Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this homebrew

[Chorus] - first half only

Action Bronson - Buddy Guy

[Action Bronson]
Uhh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Bronsolinio
Aiyyo

Stog' on the stoop, got the box pumpin Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro
Neck to colon how I slice on 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 sea to shrimp in
My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire
Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire
Brown haze love the swampy like the Everglades
I'm switchin styles so that I'm ready when the era change
First pressed virgin oil from the deep quarter
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, that's half a tree
That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain
Cracked pepper motherfucker I'ma grinder for certain
So, never in your life come with scared business here
Fuck around never found bitch, disappear

[Action Bronson]
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 candidate, Connie gorgeous
360 is the waves and the caesar huggin larry{?} flosses
Never stoppin 'til we hoppin out of grimey Porsches
One night shorty needin over 9 abortions
I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with
One that came to wavin the guns out like a glow stick
Number one, numero uno with the flow shit
Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick
Bitch

[Action Bronson]
Roman sculptures, all of my students hold the diploma
Straight to the back, 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
I'm too demented, all the weapons we invented
that's hidden inside our brain and the window tinted ten the percentage
Sacrificin the land 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 motherfuckin pace out
every time I take that motherfuckin weapon from my waist out

Action Bronson - Forbidden Fruit

[Action Bronson]
As I step in the door, you in your bathrobe
Pour you a little more wine I see your glass low
Scared of a real man from deal with these assholes
Just drink your wine and then we step up in the bath slow
Soak your body cause it's beggin for a lovin touch
Light the candle, and I'ma light another dutch
Then we slip into a place that's only you and me
Put it deep like the bottom of the bluest sea
You too young to be locked down - truancy
Always got your hair done rockin your jewelry
Killin these other bitches word readin their eulogy
Hips insane, the pussy? Foolery
At the end of the day baby it's you and me
At the end of the day honey it's you and me
Just you and me, uhhh