Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Stick Up , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Well Done, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2011
Record label: Dcide
Song language: English
The Stick Up |
| The tangible goods, that’s all I’m interested in |
| Bronsolini and I’m better than the best of them |
| With the power invested in me, '93 on the vest with the ski |
| The watch spin perpetually, time for compensation |
| Babies need shoes, Bronson keep pounds of weed only three brews |
| Long jackets, curly hair like I’m Hebrew |
| Fabric with the green ink had been the root of evil |
| Gotta get it on the late night, sun rise |
| Ain’t never trynna see the look of sorrow in my son’s eyes |
| What about a refill of the ganja when the blunt dies |
| New Yorker Mangold see me playing on the front lines |
| Two sixty, five-eight, the beard gumbo |
| Three pointers in the park for a clean hundo |
| Cream Caddies, hookers in the back of it |
| Spectacular shit, the resume immaculate |
| Better have my money |
| Quit the bullshit, it’s a stick up |
| Better have my money |
| Quit the bullshit, it’s a stick up |
| Yo, vicious chowder |
| Asian bitches sniffin' powder |
| Bronsolene catch me creepin' at the sicko hour |
| 992 is scripted on the balance |
| Got talent, but all we really love is valence |
| Laid in the palace like a sultan |
| Polo on my back cover the Carhartt king |
| And that’s for certain, hung like a curtain |
| Pussies get the drapes |
| Motherfucker know you in the Planet of the Apes shit |
| Dusty bottles from a cellar in a foreign land |
| Dr. Lecter, digging in your sister’s rectum |
| Sweetbreads and capers, Martusciello to evade the danger |
| But I really wanna taste the paper |
| Golden bars from the treasury, spit cleverly |
| I’ll leave it neverly, lappin' in the Beverly |
| Deadly medley, mashing on the pedal, B |
| Light on my complexion but I’m heavy on the celery |