Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Central Bookings , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Well Done, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2011
Record label: Dcide
Song language: English
Central Bookings |
| The way things is looking Im’ma see central booking |
| Ayo Queens get the money |
| Ain’t trying to see central booking, Oh shit |
| Dough boy in New York City |
| New York is still the same |
| Out there on the Queens Ave |
| Playing the mirrors like a diva cause I’m paranoid |
| And plus I’m smoking drugs, you’re just a token thug |
| Fuck around your words will lay you in a woven rug |
| I’m Middle Eastern, Iron Sheik with the cobra clutch |
| We see the lights so I force them into chasing me |
| Early morning money like the people in the bakery |
| Fancy drapery, rep the family faithfully |
| Criminal minded, do it tastefully |
| Shorty catching cases, couple priors open |
| Serve fiends same shit Richard Pryor smokin' |
| My speech be concrete lying, defeat a web |
| And even if you were a basket couldn’t see the bread |
| We want the Caesar salad table-side |
| The waiter toss it get the flavor right |
| The shorty with me got the piercing in the naval |
| Seven bitches with me and I’m 'bout to give 'em anal |
| Yes I love my freedom cause I’m able |
| Coming from Queens we get fly on different calibers |
| Heinous with the stainless, plus we Shameless like the Gallaghers |
| Black, e-b-i-t so we ain’t looking at no calendars |
| Gliding like Islanders |
| Pistols equipped with silencers |
| Load 'em, point 'em at challengers, be triple beam balancers |
| I’m feeling claustrophobic with success surrounding us |
| And fuck a groupie cause we been have bitches hounding us |
| Way before this thing called rap came into play |
| I change my rugbys and the pussy I fuck like every day |
| Sex, money and yay, sip the Henessey for energy |
| We giants, dropping science, if you’re smart pick up the chemistry |
| Repping for New York heavily, getting my money steadily |
| Meyhem Lauren and Bronsolinyo that’s the recipe |
| Dun, it’s destined we won, my legacy spun |
| A lot of people in the right direction, despite aggression |
| Divine prevention bag ounces by eye with perfection |
| They tried to bag me for the blunt, I had the bundle by the grundle |
| I’m running on the humble, acrobatic tumble |
| Oh shit, the floor exercise a perfect ten |
| Marisol, we make her swallow drugs then she birthing twins |
| Then fly no propeller, street bread my a capella |
| Vintage raps from out the cellar, Madagascar vanilla |
| Where color kicks match your buy work |
| And then we batch it |
| From Queens I was just in my teens, holdin' the ratchet |
| I slice the garlic with the razor, somewhere out in Asia |
| When it come to paper, family, everything is major |
| The North American elk behind the oven door |
| We’re trying to find a common ground, is it love or war? |
| Remain extravagant we known to floss objects inanimate |
| Shining but never arrogant, from 40 Park to Feroget |
| Rocking the finest ??? |
| designers ??? |
| If it’s not Ralph than it’s some double G shit |
| Forever glow |