Action Bronson - Imported Goods Lyrics
[Verse 1:]Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs'95: younger Bronson on the fast trackTo blast gat, now I'm looking past thatI want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQI put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lambA thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jamAretha Jan you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T meOr risk the forest where the mother*****ing resutine bePeking duck, and large liver, goose carverSwiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new fatherYou know the motto, jacket to the kneeI can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into theBeat, LordSpark a seance, cause everybody liftedI'm like the strainer with the *****ing powder beingSifted upThis is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends playYou cuffed against all the construction, take it easy[Hook:]This for my people making sales until they back hurtSee the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt***** on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes,AndLoud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild VikingMy man who just came home, and some are going upFiends up in the alley, sippin Balley *****ing throwingUpKeep your mind straight, focus on the prizeAlways diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies[Verse 2:]Bronsonelli the problem, we got the party reekingNever see us starving, all my people hardly speakingWhen it's time, though, we form into a single fileSpray the *****ing ballcourt without hitting a singleChildHop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the ninaGetting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a TinaHooker, that type of looker eat the ***** from the backTake the children to the school, baking cookies,Serving packs all dayKnow the verbal, is Oscar-winningYou cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocksThat glistenSuppositories in the ass of you, the green Fila with aHorsey how this mother*****ing bastard doBet the crib that you ain't *****ing with this grown manI'll E. Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole handSex a dime, herbally, a blessed timeCheck the rhyme mother*****er, better recognize[Hook][Verse 3:]The eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter ofThe waterNear the border, where you oughta find meThe Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burningAir Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balanceStay endorsing that weak shit, my team spitThat mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shitNow you sick to your stomach because you stuntedWord got fronted, another mother*****ing jerk confrontedPost pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'emFlushing, mother*****er, keep a toast up by the goldSaturnLittle doulas on the block we tell 'em "go stab 'em"Relieving mother's shoes is easier than toe taggin'Carhartt sets and Horseys like the PreaknessBronson love a freak *****, dining on that Greek dishThat's the a-hole, all my people AWOLCash inside the case and now the judges want to playBall[Hook]
