Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cliff Notes, artist - Action Bronson. Album song Well Done, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2011
Record label: Dcide
Song language: English
Cliff Notes |
| Pussy rap, dental damn beaver trap |
| The thrill is gone, I’m here to bring the fever back |
| To the streets, pumping out the big whips |
| Torpedo rhymes strong enough to sink ships |
| Two tone grip, Brother Mouzone shit |
| Better move on bitch, or else it’s on, trick |
| I’m en fuego, I ain’t even in my zone yet |
| I spit the shit to make your motherfuckin' dome sweat |
| Queens-bred, no Packer but a cheesehead |
| Fat ass, fucking pussy until she’s dead |
| Suede foot, looking like an Indian |
| Cuisine straight from the Caribbean |
| Long jackets, made from an amphibian |
| Bag of money, split with my committee and |
| Break it down, vision on the dollars |
| Dip in the impalas, chilling with my scholars |
| Get it? |
| I am not illiterate |
| Not, not! |
| Not even a little bit! |
| Straight up, I make the music just for you! |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! |
| Call me John Bon Journo, hopping out the Volvo |
| Ratchet on the leg, dipping from the po-po! |
| Since a youth I’ve been labeled as a loco |
| I sell it but I never laced the nasal with the coco |
| Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs |
| Seven grams a purple to my neck’ll leave my feet numb |
| Scoop a bitch, Portuguese sweet buns |
| Serve a dick like an elephant that’s three tons |
| Her pussy whistle like my father out the window |
| Remind us that it’s dinner time I’m lighting up the Indo |
| And when I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo |
| Call a Shortie from the heights have her play with my colembo |
| Uh, just let me catch my little breath an shit you won’t accept a kid |
| Cause your destiny is for deficit |
| Me, you see I spit like epileptic shit |
| That’s two options; |
| it’s either you fear me or you respect the kid |
| Mind like Watson, Fluent in the nuance |
| Van Damme Bronson, Alligator shoe on |
| Spin kick to the dick I’m eating dim sum |
| Right up in the tea room |
| You don’t want to rerun! |
| Moon struck, splatter your platoon up |
| Hard times, drugs out the balloon |
| Beauty like a butterfly, flying out cocoon |
| Urban love and central village right by the lagoon |
| Uh, that’s my grandfather, add a little cream of tartar |
| Make the grams harder |
| Now your Shortie hold me tighter than the dance partner |
| Pull the viper out my pants on her |
| Honey hit the tune I’ll let it dance on her |
| Like a gypsy, hookers in Poughkeepsie |
| 7 homies with me everybody’s smoking fifties |
| 990 add 2 that’s my shoes |
| Reflect light like sun shining at high noon! |