paroles de chanson Hard Target - Action Bronson
Yeah,
yeah
(yeah,
yeah)
Huh-huh,
huh
Uh
(to
end
the
album,
outro)
Ayo,
the
weed
don′t
even
hit
me
like
it
used
to
(nah)
When
I
was
youthful
(damn,
why?)
Man,
I
don't
even
know
how
to
pray,
dog
(fuck)
This
big,
long
shit
get
sprayed
off,
uh
Ruined
my
life
bettin′
my
money
on
them
gray
dogs
(fuck
it)
If
I
die
today
I'm
still
gon'
live
forever
(forever)
I
might
just
pop
up
when
it′s
long
leather
jacket
weather
(undertaker)
When
the
caddy
drive
a
little
slower
(woo)
When
that
haze
hit
my
lung
(swoo)
And
my
eyes
get
a
little
lower
(swoo)
They
had
the
camcorders
goin′
at
the
cookout
(uh)
If
police
approach
(uh-uh)
You
can
hear
the
whistles
from
the
lookouts
(yeah)
Shit
man,
I
just
put
two
fuckin'
books
out
(two
of
′em,
two
of
'em)
Bestsellin′
author,
motherfucker,
I'm
good
now
(I′m
good
now),
shit
Meyhem
in
your
mom
kitchen
like
Ving
Rhames
Rockin'
big
chains,
lookin'
like
Rick
James
(James)
This
ain′t
no
kids′
game
(this
ain't
no
kids
game,
uh)
Hear
me?
Uh
(hear
me?),
Yeah
I
broke
his
jaw
on
West
fourth
(yeah)
Everybody
screamed,
"Worldstar"
(Worldstar)
Jumped
through
the
window
of
my
girl′s
car,
then
swerved
off
(skrr)
'Bout
to
cop
this
fourth
floor
loft,
just
off
my
thoughts
(uh)
I′m
butt-naked
playin'
ball,
bitch,
hold
that
(swish,
swish)
No
watch,
no
chain
Just
a
down
to
earth
gorgeous
motherfucker
with
some
fame
(uh,
uh)
Star
traveler,
a
midnight
babbler
(uh)
I
narrowly
escaped
to
Babylon
(Babylon)
In
a
baby
blue
Porsche
wagon
Panama,
shit
Panama
(Babylon,
Babylon,
Babylon)
I
ordered
fire
roasted
turbo
from
Britney
(uh)
With
the
mint
leaves,
plated
simply
for
my
family
(true)
Brought
all
my
people
with
me
(all
of
them)
Display
my
art
up
in
the
Whitney
(please)
This
chick
with
me
look
like
Whitney
(just
like
her)
And,
yeah,
she
only
sniff
with
fifties
(uh)
Shit
gettin′
risky
(risky,
risky,
risky)
Meyhem
in
your
Mom
kitchen
like
Ving
Rhames
Rockin'
big
chains,
lookin'
like
Rick
James
This
ain′t
no
kids′
game
(no),
this
ain't
no
kids
game
This
ain′t
no
kids'
game
(ah),
hear
me?
This
ain′t
no
kids'
game
(ah)
This
ain′t
no
kids'
game
(ah),
this
ain't
no
kids′
game
(ah),
uh
(yeah)
Thousand
horses
in
the
Shelby
(vroom,
vroom)
Havin′
lunch
in
the
Catacombs
Doggy,
doggy,
smell
me?
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Basic
bitch,
she
got
the
bag
with
all
them
LV's
I
like
my
bags
filled
up
with
money
straight
from
Tel
Aviv
(bling)
Or
diamonds
(bling)
And
there′s
nothin'
on
consignment
(bling,
bling,
bling)
I
said
it′s
all
about
the
product
and
not
the
salesman
(swing,
swing)
New
York
to
Paris,
three
hours
because
of
tailwind
I'm
so
wave
it′s
like
I
sailed
in
(sailed)
I
tell
that
tale
about
the
great
white
whale
That's
on
the
trail
for
his
paper
(ayayayayay)
Buy
a
brand
new
outfit
for
a
motherfuckin'
hater
I′m
high
as
a
fuck
at
the
seder
I
play
ball,
pop,
I
never
was
a
skater
(skater)
I′m
more
like
big
Van
Vader
(uh)
doin'
a
layup
(ah),
feel
me?
Uh
(let′s
get
out
of
here)
Meyhem
in
your
mom
kitchen
like
Ving
Rhames
Rockin'
big
chains
This
ain′t
no
kids
game,
this
ain't
no
kids
game
This
ain′t
no
kids
game,
this
ain't
no
kids
game
(wrap
this
up)
Only
for
dolphins
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