Action Bronson - Gateway To Wizardry Lyrics
Yeah, good hoodie, shorty got the good *****Sniff coke off a crisp hundredStay blunted, silk pants, sip FranceChicks dance, I stand in the pimp stanceWest coast, laid back feel the breezeBurnin' trees in diplomas, earn degreesIn the winter, mopneck circle skiWanna party, pop that purpleyOh shit bam bam in the buildingScrape the women, hide the childrenGive a ***** rimshot like a ZildjianMe and Mildred eating like a pilgrimHuh, yo Tommy LasordaDodge bullets, dive into the waterTrue lies, diamonds at the porterShoot like Terry Porter, pimpin' with your Asian daughterI'm always ready for a minor bidNot for long cause I need me some vagina, kidTryna catch strange soup in the silkWell-built with the coupe in the kiltI need some mouth from a womanI couldn't get it, so I took it, though I shouldn'tSick shit like Ferrara with the footageStick shift in Ferrari, oh my goodnessHood *****, sweatpants, good titsFat butt, 97 AcuraBig *****, make me want to tackle her***** around Urlacher herEnough of that, I'mma shoot dice, abusin' the wall'Til I cruise on the shore, barbecues on the fourMad drugs on the table and I'm doing 'em allAnd I'm never gon' fall[] x2Last time we locked eyes, slapped hands with the kidNow you rambling kid, you should have handled that shitWhen you see me mother*****er better handle your bizBetter handle your bizPut the flame to his sneakers, I'm a pyroBarrel revolutions got us spinning like a gyroThe suitcase is filled with filoHere's a side-note***** around, leave you on the side roadFive stars on the dinner platePardon 'em, see me studded like CardamomPlay your part cause you don't really want no part of 'emTake the key out the ignition, shouldn't have started 'emJoints twisted like a sprained footRed beard, big blue eyes, a strange lookIt's like I'm chopping down treesJump out the chopper on skis, malteseI'm stunned by the mountains and the sunriseStash work in the mattress where your son liesEnter the casket under dirt and the guns cryI'm going out blazing, squeezing at the one timeYou ain't a boss, you just playin' bossPop him in his head, pray on his corpseKnee on his neck and his sternumAskin' for forgiveness, when I'm done I'mma burn himYou dancin' with the demonsI know you see the European leanin'And the chain and watch gleamin'And you thinkin' this a dreamin'Welcome to the nightmareBlunts, the DeloreanThis shit'll travel light-yearsBut you gon' end up right hereMy rap style is impeccableStanding still in the mirror but seein' my reflection movePhantom no vehicle, ghost no vehicleA Ouija board, it ain't weed what the ***** I need it forAnd what the ***** you got me heated forReal cool nigga, show you what the heat is forGhost and Bronson, shoot like BronsonCook you like Swanson, now look at your conscience
