Lil Fame - Time For Some lyrics

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Hook: Lil Fame] Time for some action Yeah, but you don't hear me though Come on, here we go We put it down everywhere we go So motherf**er come on cause its [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Here's a toast to the fact that I'm a man and I can stand alone; And all my suits are made by hand in Rome Ricotta stuff the cannellon' I'm in the garden smoking roses; Deliver like Malone, I'm talkin' Moses Part the ocean, spark the potion, diamonds in the rough We shine 'em up, make a necklace, dive up in the muff Then wash my dick, straight to breakfast, hop up in the truck Got more flavor than some Dr. Pepper, hottest stepping struts! And the streets paved with concrete I'm known to smoke the same sh** that makes the lawn green Gaze at the moon right off the shore, dream— But me no worry got a strong team Just like my Knick's '94 team—we winnin' though! Go 80 layers on the Baklava That's hand made by my nana, peace to Antigona The whole shkup, Bill Clinton Boulevard Since a youth Bronsolini known to put it on [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Already mentioned with the people I respect up in the rap sh** Couple of months you probably see me with an actress Getting my a** licked, while she driving never crashed it Smoking on that sh**, fantastic A little breezy off the coast as the sun set Gallop on beach on the horse cause we young vets Limited edition, signature inscription Certificate of authenticity, I'm on a mission Queens representative, dismember your genitals Now you got a p**y, f**in with the general Bas Rutten, I'm a** bootin', I'm past shootin' Display fast movements, know that cash rules Drug clothes and I ain't talking 'bout a bento box Penetrate your mind, spice it with the mental lox Fundamental Soundgarden verbal Black Hole Son at the flicks getting s**ed in the back row [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Lungs filled, smokey like the pork shoulder Lash out, one second in the fourth quarter Triple penetrate, p**y meat I renovate f** 'em like a dog and leave 'em twisted like my mental state Off the deep end, snorkel in a river I take it back to Walkman's and tape decks In Great Neck, having great s** I didn't even have a hair on my face yet! My feet were always cla**ic though Pinky up, cla**y flow If you know me, you know never to pa** me blow Straight sh**ting on these songs so the gra** can grow 'Til we sitting in the garden, smoking Listening to Marvin go I treat the sh** just like a title fight, you sparring Sooner dip Ferrari, s**in models straight from Holland Lamb encrusted fennel pollen When I rhyme it's like the metal hollow These other motherf**ers smell of flowers Sissy