Action Bronson - Auntie Maria's Crib (The Neapolitan Remix) lyrics

[Intro] They're my slippers man Mammy get my slippers Ary, where you going? Can you fix me some soup before I go? No, you just tell me before I tell what's it just You've got that certain something It really turned me on You can make me do right Or you can make do wrong [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Diamonds tastin', square like the 5 wagon Pa**enger sit on the left Drop a little ashes on the thigh muscle I'm the doobie scholar Old foreign white shooters, Tom Gugliotta I'm an aristocrat Flow tight like Whoopi character's p**y in Sister Act Or Ving Rhames in Baby Boy, catch you but naked, cookin' eggs f**in' with your mother got your sister on the pegs Dinos, mongooses Redline, harrows Rosemary toast paddle for the marrow Got women of the streets straight emerging out the shadows 2 piece like Chris Childs did to Kobe Catch me in the corner store, quarters for Shinobi Ball court, I'm NB Up in Auntie's house, chillin' with the family [Hook] You've got that certain something It really turned me on You can make me do right Or you can make do wrong [Verse 2: Nitty Scott] Ok this hookah got me cooler than the Buddha Rap barracuda think it deeper than the scuba Spark me up a Cuba Me and my auntie Maria, she doing Santeria While I be blastin' a cla**ic up in the galleria You know my style, go for miles over miles Ain't no tellin' what a crook is cookin up to see him cook Hit you with the remix, got your man shook Burnin' higher burnin', yea I wrote the damn book French manicure crushing up the sticky Very trippy type to get the secret out of pickie We tight fly so, they know how I go Only gettin' higher them days that when we wild go Causin' me stress, curve you like the letter S Take a hit to the chest and I pa** the gun to the west Yea, Nitty, Bronson, tone is so gifted Put the flame to the bang and get lifted [Hook] [Verse 3: The Kid Daytona] Yea, were you naughty Maria crib? Ganja's bein' lit Fog so thick it's hard for me to see you here Needy gotta lead ya here Style's cheap in here While smoking on this rain that was flown in from keira south I brought some white b**hes, they go the mirror out Slice sniffle sane only cuz it's winter out When in doubt, halla at your n***a No college experience but get a lot of academics My liver don't like me too much 2 cups of Mama Juana, really I don't give a f** sh** I'm all short of happy and I line up with some cups So now what's in the bookings? Conscious for the judge Trippy sticks for hash throw You guys sure lookin' abnormal Hit my contacts, the past on through Regular show cartoon and my tune a n***a rollin' Got a 3 bedroom and your geruzza started growin' [Hook]