Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Central Bookings, artist - Action Bronson. Album song Well Done, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |