Action Bronson - Acting Crazy lyrics

Uh, opportunity be knocking Let a motherf**er in Chorus: Uh, opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherf**er in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still you little baby All my life I was a f**-up. Now I pull the truck up Same b**h stuck up. Now she wanna s** us See me hanging out the window screaming "What, what!?" No more tough luck; a different cloth is what I'm cut from, baby oh my lord The cops chasing Bronson in an all-white Ford sh**. I'm on all-night tour b**h. I'm alright, but I'm off that raw I'm in a robe dancing salsa on the top floor You would swear I'm Puerto Rican but I'm not, lord Hot hoes every city that we go, singing "Heads high, k**'em with it now." All I do is eat oysters And speak six languages in three voices It's Adriatic Summers on the samples Don't even try to call him, not available for nothing Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker With Anita Baker, uh Chorus: Uh, opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherf**er in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still you little baby Uh, I feel so alive I think I sh** myself I should kiss myself, I'm staring at the man inside the mirrors The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOOH!) Goddamn. I'm still cute ho (yeah) All my women play the flute, saw ma place a melon and prosciutt' Left handed, make the Fender cry Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh Motherf**ers are Dumb Pete from Jump Street I'll turn your chest plate to lunch meat I'm in a Humvee, looking like a young me Now these motherf**ers all wanna be chubby I switch the season, now the hair's curled Tan skin, I need a bad girl Cause James Brown said "it's a man's wold" In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl That's just "Daddy's Little Girl" Opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherf**er in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still you little baby Opportunity be knocking, knocking, you gotta let a motherf**er in