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ACTION BRONSON lyrics - Rare Chandeliers

Randy The Musical

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[Verse 1:] You can find us in the garden like Spike on any night Encrusted in some ice that look bluish in the light Spanish on the mistress, Jewish on the wife Shootin' like a piston, aim for proper distance Live from London, number crunchin' Drivin' gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin' me with sponges Expensive lunches, wages off of hunches I bet the dogs and if I win it then the paper yours Pack your bag, wash your pussy, then leave Meet me at the airport, the plane is leaving at 3 She said alright, blew smoke through my nose It's the talented younger stallion, no Pinocchio nose [Verse 2:] Please stop your shit's all hype dude Meanwhile the wrist all spiteful Just be real, that shit's not like you Man you know these things go through a cycle Straight from Queens rock fatigue all weather Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather Never sing the blues, man my team mo' better We blow cheddar, au four feta City lights shine bright on my complexion Self-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersection Life is green-lit, one star no script Supporting actors, fresh peaches no pit I love my people, considered as my brothers Came from different mothers, came up in the same struggle Some estranged, some deep up in the game still Money separate, believe you know the fame will [Verse 3:] Ayo macerate the fruit, tap it over angel's food Yeah we gettin' loot, Timberland the boot Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction House shoes and some khakis on the west Hit the beach up, twist the Cheech up, let the beat thump Never fuckin' with the crab that's pre-lumped Makin' bitches sign a pre-nup Chocolate with the mean rump Serve some cream stuff, shit to make the fiends jump Crispy greenery, tropical the scenery Believe you me, this shit ain't always what it seem to be I'm feastin' dolo down in Italy I'm in the street like a hooker's feet I'm known to sit on leather I'm smokin' hash and marijuana cause it go together Old school PAL at the colder center Three AM we on the corner rockin' Polo sweater [Outro:] Thank you It might be the illest track I ever wrote Who left it? You? Word yo I'm sippin' something, I gotta sip before I rap I gotta ooo ooo ooo Bing bing bing bing bing Exactly Bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing It's rap

Baby You Got Me

ERYKAH BADU
[Chorus] x 2 (Erykah Badu) If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me [Verse 1] (Black Thought) Somebody told me that this planet was small we use to live in the same building on the same floor and never met before until I'm overseas on tour and peep this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my show in paris at elise momarre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter she like that shit don't matter when I get home get at her through letter, phone, whatever let's link, let's get together shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot time passed, we back in philly now she up in my spot tellin me the things I'm tellin her is makin her hot startin buildin with her constantly round the clock now she in my world like hip-hop and keep tellin me [Chorus] x2 [Verse 2] (Black Thought) Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin a flight and sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night and that's when she flip and get on some 'ol (Eve) Another lonely night seems like I'm on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy keep that shit tight but yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me while politikin with my sister from new york city she said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty sike, I'm playin boo, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin boo and when cats be poppin game I don't hear what they sayin boo when you out there in the world, I'm still your girl with all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills so when you sweatin on stage think of me when you rhyme and don't be listenin to your homies they be leavin you blind (Black Thought) Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? (Eve) Is you crazy, you my king for real (Both) But sometimes relationships get ill (Female Voice) No doubt [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3] (Black Thought) Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat that's whispering she tryin to play you for the fool Black if something's on your chest then let it be known see I'm not your every five minutes all on the phone and on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact that people bite back and fracture what's intact and they'll forever be I ain't on some oh I'm a celebrity I deal with the real so if it's artificial let it be I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends that's exactly the point where they whole world ends lies come in, that's where that drama begins, she like [Chorus] until fade

Put I On

Paperboys
*shit man. I don't know what the fuck we just listen to, but that was some bullshit. Luckely I got the new Paperboys tape. You know what this is? I don't even know what it's called, but man, it's funky fresh in the flesh. Live and effect on your radio, this is Jimmy Jupiter, check out Paperboys!* [Vinni] I hit the docks and I'm sure Senses locked with all ma stocks on the floor I'm on the benches What I'm watching is pure 'Still the tension' I've got lots in me to cure Though these toxins got me boxing with doors On top of chords I drop it for you and yours 'And tell'em' I cant stop I'm too bored I wanna swap the shoe-store for something better Stressing to get ma act together But I know that ma cap fits Ain't changing ma tactics I'm gaining so that's it Blessing rapshit With masterminded I adapt quick Immaculate theories Another track to put me back in the series Keep it cracking bout to happen Ya hear me? Fuckers acting like I'm barely rapping Knowing it's so fat that it's scary You see it clearly? It's sincerely yours Vincent Vagabond Feel the calm before the storm Mr. Prince of Babylon Batter stepping on Addict Magistrate is getting warm I let'em have a savage with his weapon drawn Refreng: So come on we put it on y'all Were gon ball so holla when vagabond calls Ya know We get involved Were grabbing it all We got it on Put it on y'all Eh yo When vagabond calls holla back Follow the bottles and solid tracks Like that Is just so happens were suckers for lust Rapping like it's nothing to us And Steady puffing ain't gon fucking adjust We've had enough of trust Building muscle like some hustlers Enterprise Energize Want ma sentiments? Just let antennas rise Send'em high Look up in the sky I know the world is crooked Full of documented lies but I've been advised And then besides We ain't old yet I want a Rolex I wanna roll for the gold we gotta go get And though it's slow Yo that's so sweat coz I can grow checks I've got effects fully digital but low tech See we're originals, yet hoes slept But now they're on a campaign And I don't wanna listen That's a damn shame Coz we're advanced in this mans game It's good to be free Ain't that something Shit it's good to be me I hit the trees thinking could it be Tryin to move some footage for fees And steady scheming till were put at ease Ref: I like a ceiling with fans It's evident I'm not a militant man Benevolence inside a diligent plan Gaining kilograms And though I'm spilling I feel the will at hand Hey man I'm chilling I build a tan on beaches that are filled with fam And ma grill in tha sand A Miller-can Still i think for minute Still with the symptoms of a infinite cynic Another drink and I'm finished I let it all go I'm thinkin that the problems can't be solved So I hustle for a Volvo But is only me? or are we all slow You don't need your morse-code To see the flaws in their courseload Supports law Kids grow with a brain But they never use'em Guess we gotta train'em for revolution Imposing change like it's heavens blueprint Another rebel movement Proving none of ma fellas is stupid Coz all it is is fucking music So get it right I like the credit but were headed for a better life

They Be On It

JAY ROCK "Follow Me Home"
[Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh [Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] I pull up on them hoes, Roll my windows down Let my music out, 4 15's shake the ground Smoking on that medical Sipping on some medicine Top dawg letterman She wanna ride I let her in She sexy than a motherfucker Plus she brought her best friend I guess thats a 2 for 1 party at the West end 5 star suites, bottles everywhere Wanna fuck a star on the moon, I could take you there, bitch I got a swagger of Mick Jagger, If you want her, you can have her I done had her, we done had her They be shootin at my ladder Cause I’m standing on a pedestal She gon give me good head Just kuz I’m ahead of you Jay Rock flyer than Hancock no shit I’m a king, fuck a prince I don’t know no Will Smith I don’t owe you niggaz shit I’m a self-made nigga Ain’t that’s why your bitch let me fuk on her for days nigga! [Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Catch me in that fast lane, burners like I’m Max Payne married to that money bitch, women want my last name they be on my bumper mayne, screamin out OMG! O I B PIMP 2 P-A-C thats M.O.B, him or me? you choose I ain’t gotta do too much, I just lay back smoke my weed and turn my bottle up candy paint, leather guts, slide thru like an avalanche We don’t ride no Avalanche, so high I might never land trips to never-never land, smokin on Afghanistan a.k.a that kush nigga, I’m on Heaven’s roof nigga Big dawg I go WOOF nigga, don’t make me let my goonz loose Choppaz make you shit ya pants, thought you drunk some prune juice swear that I’m immune to, stuntin hard, gettin paypa, ownin land, buyin acres thats the reason why they hate us, I don’t give a fuk middle finger out the windooo, Beamer Benz or Bentley Ferrari sorry we Enzoooo [Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh [Verse 3:] 187 I’m killin em when I’m whippin it, touch a corner its a murder whipe my fingerprints I thot I tol yall, used to have them packs in a black To-Yota, Macs by my scro-tum Now its matchbox hot wheels when I roll up always online stay connected like a modem he tryna snap a pickcha, she bout to snap her neck a real Blood pull up in a cherry cherry X 400 Horses, hollywood park it chevy kinda awkward interior green and coffee I shake them haterz off me, as if I had fleas Im’a Top Dawg, rare breed, shoutout to Rare Breed they keep them hogs runnin, and my garage is like the show I keep them cars comin you hear my name hummin in the streets, buzz big Got ya bitch eye's rollin like my rims is! [Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh

Do It

ACE HOOD "Starvation"
I got some real niggas in this bitch Real niggas big on ride it is Now who you do it fo'? I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin' I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it Who you do it fo'? Now who you do it fo'? If I die tonight just lace me in Versace gear I pay for all them pussies, then they hate and spit Put my casket, rob me eighty to a hundred thou Nothing less than love, you shall be ballin' down Realest nigga and it ain't up for debation I do it for them hustlers all over the nation Look in my eyes, see what I see Heir my brother's people, eat what I eat Word to my momma, bitch I'm tryna die a legend Pray to God my second home is gon reside in heaven Pushing that Phantom like it's a coup No top on my lady, drop off the roof Young and I'm thuggin', blessed in a bunus Whatcha know 'bout getting money? Errand in the summer Did it and done it. Bring it, you want it I got an answer for your question I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin' I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it Who you do it fo'? Now who you do it fo'? I do it for the niggas in the peniten Who barely see the sun, that's cause they doin' bids I pray for all you phantoms away from your kids Cross through many nights cause I lost one half of a twin That's why I'm livin' life cause I might die tomorrow This watch is disrespectful, I might catch a charge Pull up on my ex I'm like wudup bitch? This shit I'm drivin' cost a quarter fuck a dumb shit Back on the block, strapped with the Glock No tint on the Phantom, see what you not 23, only majored in getting money Do it for the ones who made a way from nothin' Shout out them dope boys Shout out you go getters One for them broke homies, two for the rich niggas I was a man when my daddy wasn't I got an answer for your question I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin' I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it Who you do it fo'? Now who you do it fo'? Now who you do it fo'?

Can't Get With That

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
[Jay-Z] Yeah!! Check it, check it out Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat [Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)] I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this [Jay-Z] Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together I give you a snotty nose from body blows Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha [Chorus] [Jay-Z] The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress Cause just around the corner beez the best player You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth You better blow that shhhiiitt out The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy And we all gotta fall off, but you first G I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Ha-hah This how we do All year round, this is how it goes down Now check it out I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds So I bought a money machine and it goes A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich This nigga's nothin but the truth Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo It goes, one dime for your mind Two bone crushers for your spine Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine [Chorus: repeat 2X] Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five with a little help along, c'mon Sacue Money defintly repesentin Big Jaz in the house Superman production type shit

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