Time For Some

[Hook: Lil Fame] Time for some action Yeah, but you don't hear me though Come on, here we go We put it down everywhere we go So motherfucker come on cause its [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Here's a toast to the fact that I'm a man and I can stand alone And all my suits are made by hand in RomeRicotta stuff that Cannellon'&I'm in the garden smoking roses Deliver like Malone, I'm talkin' Moses&Part the ocean Spark the potion&Diamonds in the rough We shine 'em up&Make a necklace, dive up in the muff Then wash my dick, straight to breakfast. Hop up in the truck Got more flavor than some Dr. Pepper Hottest stepping struts And the streets paved with concrete I'm known to smoke the same shit that makes the lawn green Gaze at the moon right off the shore, dream But me no worry got a strong team Just like my Knick's '94 team, we winnin' though Go 80 layers on the Baklava, that's hand made by my nana Peace to Antigona The whole Shkup, Bill Clinton Boulevard Since a youth Bronsolini known to put it on [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Already mentioned with the people I respect up in the rap shit Couple of months you probably see me with an actress Getting my ass licked, while she driving never crashed it Smoking on that shit, fantastic A little breezy off the coast as the sun set Gallop on beach on the horse cause we young vets Limited edition, signature inscription Certificate of authenticity, I'm on a mission Queens representative, dismember your genitals Now you got a pussy, fuckin with the general Bas Rutten, I'm ass bootin', I'm past shootinDisplay fast movements, know that cash rules Drug clothes and I ain't talking 'bout a bento box Penetrate your mind, spice it with the mental lox Fundamental Soundgarden verbal Black Hole Son at the flicks getting sucked in the back row [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Lungs filled, smokey like the pork shoulder Lash out, one second in the fourth quarter Triple penetrate, pussy meat I renovate Fuck 'em like a dog and leave 'em twisted like my mental state Off the deep end, snorkel in a river I take it back to Walkman's and tape decks In great neck, having great sex I didn't even have a hair on my face yet My feet were always classic though Pinky up, classy flow If you know me, you know never to pass me blow Straight shitting on these songs so the grass can grow 'Til we sitting in the garden, smoking Listening to Marvin go I treat the shit just like a title fight, you sparring Sooner dip Ferrari, sexin models straight from Holland Lamb encrusted fennel pollen When I rhyme it's like the metal hollow These other motherfuckers smell of flowers Sissy