Action Bronson - Marijuana Bronson lyrics

[Verse 1 : Action Bronson] Marijuana Bronson Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz Play possum with the pigs stuff a dime on the kid Just scripted for the brothers holding knives on they bids Gift basket full of figs, I'm sipping wine with the fizz I got that pure smoke, gorgeous like a sushi plate Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee Cla**ic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea See, It be those kids from queens in guess jeans Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams that let the lead scream We still rhyme fly words over percussion Nine - five Style max out diamonds in Flushing I'm still the man immoral Its hard to navigate through coral Your b**h with the tits still give the slamming oral Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code You know the dope'll force a fiend into the sleeper hold You mother f**er I got you [Verse 2 : Action Bronson] Ay yo, Mountains are capped with snow though it's the summer months I'm working hard for that money laundered in other fronts Forty blunts in the museum Jerk chicken patties out the window cop the tyson out the coliseum A Street Fighter with the k**er Instinct for Mortal Kombat The title holder higher than a giant's shoulder Lamb roasting over open fire Full moon hallucinations giving in to all my souls desire Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector, You Doctor Seuss I let him fall from off the roof and now I got the juice I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere Frozen nose hairs all I know, better be dro there Pa** the Thyme, chocking off the truest reefer Lawrence Taylor in his prime with the smoother Caesar Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup The holy grail telling tale blowing cheeba eating tangy duck [Verse 3 : Action Bronson] Mother f**er, Queens These are the vividries of life that I'm expressing to you Smoke salmon or coke famine your friend'll do you Cause you make a little paper but you acting greedy They'll cook ya momma in front of you just like hibachi Peaty There's no Tahiti, forty five scrolls in graffiti Beamers on BBs, the sh** only seen on the TV It really happened in the galaxy of Queens Giving credit you indebted off the fallacies of fiends I walk a road less traveled, push the foreign car Often spark steel and known to play the gun guitar The d** sell by themselves you just a common factor Real star is in the jar you the supporting actor Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon Puff a pound of boom, marijuana, she met a valid doom We gotta get it cause we living for the minute Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip, keepin it lemon scented