Lyrics Cliff Notes - Statik Selektah , Action Bronson
Bronson
lean
yo,
Statik
Selektah
Queens
to
Boston
It's
all
the
same
Pu-pu-pu-pussyrap
(Are
we
on
here?)
Dental
damn,
beaver
trap
The
thrill
is
gone
I'm
here
to
bring
the
fever
back
To
the
streets
Hoppin
out
the
big
whips
Torpedo
rhymes
Strong
enough
to
sink
ships
Two-tone
grip,
brother
Mouzone
shit
Better
move
on
bitch
Or
else
it's
on
trick
I'm
en
fuego,
i
ain't
even
in
my
zone
yet
I
spit
the
shit
to
make
your
motherfucking
dome
sweat
Queens
bred,
no
packer
but
a
cheesehead
Fat
ass
fucking
pussy
until
she's
dead
Suede
foot,
looking
like
an
indian
Cuisine
Straight
from
the
Caribbean
Long
jackets,
made
from
an
amphibian
Bag
of
money,
split
with
my
committee
and
Break
it
down,
vision
on
your
dollars
Dippin'
in
Impala's,
chilling
with
my
scholars
Get
it?
I
am
not
illiterate,
no
not
even
a
little
bit
Straight
up!
I
make
the
music
just
for
you
Nothing,
noth-
no-nothing
like
an
idiot,
get
it?
Get
it,
ge-
ge-
Get
it?
I
am
not
illiterate,
no
not
even
a
little
bit
Straight
up!
I
make
the
music
just
for
you
Nothing,
noth-
no-nothing
like
an
idiot
Call
me
John
Bon
Journo
Hopping
out
the
Volvo,
ratchet
on
the
leg
Dipping
from
the
po-po
Since
the
youth,
I
been
labeled
as
a
loco
I
sell
it,
but
i
never
laced
the
nasal
with
the
coco
Urban
hippie,
muffle
with
the
green
thumb
Seven
grands
of
purple
to
my
neck'll
leave
my
feet
numb
Scoop
a
bitch,
portuguese
sweet
buns
Serve
a
dick,
like
an
elephant
that's
3 tonnes
Her
pussy
whistle,
like
my
father
out
the
window
Remind
us
that
it's
dinner
time,
I'm
lighting
up
the
indo
And
when
i
go
inside,
i
think
i
might
just
play
Nintendo
Call
a
shorty
from
the
heights
to
come
and
play
with
my
colembo
Uh!
Just
let
me
catch
my
little
breath
and
shit
You
won't
accept
a
kid,
'cause
your
destiny
is
for
deficit
Me?
You
see,
I
spit
like
epileptic
shit
There's
two
options,
either
you
fear
me
or
you
respect
a
kid
Get
it?
I
am
not
illiterate,
no
not
even
a
little
bit
Straight
up!
I
make
the
music
just
for
you
Nothing,
noth-
no-nothing
like
an
idiot,
get
it?
Get
it,
ge-
ge-
Get
it?
I
am
not
illiterate,
no
not
even
a
little
bit
Straight
up!
I
make
the
music
just
for
you
Nothing,
noth-
no-nothing
like
an
idiot
Mind
like
Watson,
fluent
in
the
nuance
Van
Damme
Bronson,
alligator
shoe
on
Spin
kick
to
the
dick,
i'm
eating
dim-sum
Right
up
in
the
tearoom,
you
don't
want
a
rerun
Moonstruck,
splatter
your
platoon
up
Hard
times,
drugs
out
the
balloon
Beauty
like
a
butterfly,
flying
out
cocoon
Urban
love
is
central
village
right
by
the
lagoon,
uh!
That's
my
grandfather!
Add
a
little
bit
of
cream
of
tartar,
make
the
grams
harder
Now
you
shorty
hold
me
tighter
than
a
dance
partner
Pull
the
viper
out
the
pants
on
her
Honey
hit
the
tune,
I
let
it
dance
on
her
Like
a
gypsy,
ers
in
Poughkeepsie
Seven
homies
with
me,
everybody
smoking
fifties
Nine-ninety
- add
two,
that's
my
shoe
Reflect
light
like
sunshine
in
the
high
noon
Get
it?
I
am
not
illiterate,
no
not
even
a
little
bit
Straight
up!
I
make
the
music
just
for
you
Nothing,
noth-
no-nothing
like
an
idiot,
get
it?
Get
it,
ge-
ge-
Get
it?
I
am
not
illiterate,
no
not
even
a
little
bit
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