Action Bronson - Randy The Musical Lyrics
[Verse 1]You can find us in the garden like Spike on any nightEncrusted in some ice that look bluish in the lightSpanish on the mistress, Jewish on the wifeShootin' like a piston, aim for proper distanceLive from London, number crunchin'Drivin' gloves with some Asian *****es rubbin' me with spongesExpensive lunches, wages off of hunchesI bet the dogs and if I win it then the paper yoursPack your bag, wash your *****, then leaveMeet me at the airport, the plane is leaving at 3She said alright, blew smoke through my noseIt's the talented younger stallion, no Pinocchio nose[Verse 2]Please stop your shit's all hype dudeMeanwhile the wrist all spitefulJust be real, that shit's not like youMan you know these things go through a cycleStraight from Queens rock fatigue all weatherFila three-quarter cream feet all leatherNever sing the blues, man my team all betterWe blow cheddar, on?City lights shine bright on my complexionSelf-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersectionLife is green-lit, one star no scriptSupporting actors, fresh peaches no pitI love my people, considered as my brothersCame from different mothers, came up in the same struggleSome estranged, some deep up in the game stillMoney separate, believe you know the fame will[Verse 3]Ayo macerate the fruit, tap it over angel's foodYeah we gettin' loot, Timberland the bootKush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchenPeople on my dick because I'm vicious with the dictionHouse shoes and some khakis on the westHit the beach up, twist the Cheech up, let the beat thumpNever *****in' with the crab that's pre-lumpedMakin' *****es sign a pre-nupChocolate with the mean rumpServe some cream stuff, shit to make the fiends jumpCrispy greenery, tropical the sceneryBelieve you me, this shit ain't always what it seem to beI'm feastin' dolo down in ItalyI'm in the street like a hooker's feetI'm known to sit on leatherI'm smokin' hash and marijuana cause it go togetherOld school PAL at the colder centerThree AM we on the corner rockin' Polo sweater[Outro]Thank youIt might be the illest track I ever wroteWho left it? You?Word yoI'm sippin' something, I gotta sip before I rapI gotta ooo ooo oooBing bing bing bing bingExactlyBing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bingIt's rap
