Statik Selektah - Time For Some lyrics

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 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 that Cannellon' I'm in the garden smoking roses Don't live 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 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 sets 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**ing 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 Sun At the flicks getting s**ed in the back row 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 Soon a damn Ferrari, s** and models straight from Holland Lamb encrusted fennel pollen When I rhyme it's like the metal hollow These other motherf**ers smell the flowers Sissy