[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
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Stare in the mirror I'm a changed man
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Never, I'm just executing my game plan
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Shit, I'm crunching numbers just like a rain man
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And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand
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I snap the button on the driving gloves
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Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug
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I probably die from drugs or while I'm fucking
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Fuck it, as long as she suck dick
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You see me with a bitch like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives
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Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb
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Staring at the crescent while I'm laying on my back
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Smokin' drug, you know the potent one
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Put a half ounce of the crystal in the asshole of a shih tzu
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Twist your bitch too, like Brazilian jujitsu
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When I marry, cop a shower room that shits two
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Sell your pussy if I called and had my chips, boo
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It's Bam Bam and I'm feeling like my time is here, and take the world over
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Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl's shoulder, then have a cold soda
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If you ain't with me roll over
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[Verse 2: Retchy P]
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My mind marinate in drug sauce
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The private driver's name is Gustaf
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The cuff links is like a slut's cough
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So disgusting, English muffin
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With the butter at the Yiddish luncheon
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With my pimpish cousin
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He sport the slick-back clean
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And I inquired howd he get that
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Paused and said a bitch is a bitch
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I twist the spliff while I sit in the six
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The classic LO sweaters sit on the prince
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Thumbs in the belt loop, as I pose for the pic
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My boy is shell-amen, I blessed your residence with elegance
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Turning entire rooms into elephants
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Stepped in the building
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The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey
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Ferrari taped at the party
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Wheeled in by Steve Harvey
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He had the freshest line in the building
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He stunted on mine, it was my party
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And he tarnished my shine got mad and had him escorted out
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"Vincent, get 'I'm outta my face"
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And Missy Elliot had started a fight
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Busta Rhymes was on a molly
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From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body
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Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me
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Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house
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Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out
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He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat
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I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely
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I rock the Jordan sole that's kinda icy
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My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey
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Nigga.
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Flip Ya
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| Action Bronson |
