Meyhem Lauren - Central Bookings lyrics

[Hook] The way things is looking Im'ma see central booking Ayo Queens get the money Ain't trying to see central booking, Oh sh** Dough boy in New York City New York is still the same Out there on the Queens Ave [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Playing the mirrors like a diva cause I'm paranoid And plus I'm smoking d**, you're just a token thug f** around your words will lay you in a woven rug I'm Middle Eastern, Iron Sheik with the cobra clutch We see the lights so I force them into chasing me Early morning money like the people in the bakery Fancy drapery, rep the family faithfully Criminal minded, do it tastefully Shorty catching cases, couple priors open Serve fiends same sh** Richard Pryor smokin' My speech be concrete lying, defeat a web And even if you were a basket couldn't see the bread We want the Caesar salad table-side The waiter toss it get the flavor right The shorty with me got the piercing in the naval Seven b**hes with me and I'm 'bout to give 'em an*l Yes I love my freedom cause I'm able [Hook] [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Coming from Queens we get fly on different calibers Heinous with the stainless, plus we Shameless like the Gallaghers Black, e-b-i-t so we ain't looking at no calendars Gliding like Islanders Pistols equipped with silencers Load 'em, point 'em at challengers, be triple beam balancers I'm feeling claustrophobic with success surrounding us And f** a groupie cause we been have b**hes hounding us Way before this thing called rap came into play I change my rugbys and the p**y I f** like every day Sex, money and yay, sip the Henessey for energy We giants, dropping science, if you're smart pick up the chemistry Repping for New York heavily, getting my money steadily Meyhem Lauren and Bronsolinyo that's the recipe Dun, it's destined we won, my legacy spun A lot of people in the right direction, despite aggression Divine prevention bag ounces by eye with perfection [Hook] [Verse 3: Action Bronson and Meyhem Lauren] They tried to bag me for the blunt, I had the bundle by the grundle I'm running on the humble, acrobatic tumble Oh sh**, the floor exercise a perfect ten Marisol, we make her swallow d** then she birthing twins Then fly no propeller, street bread my a capella Vintage raps from out the cellar, Madagascar vanilla Where color kicks match your buy work And then we batch it From Queens I was just in my teens, holdin' the ratchet I slice the garlic with the razor, somewhere out in Asia When it come to paper, family, everything is major The North American elk behind the oven door We're trying to find a common ground, is it love or war? Remain extravagant we known to floss objects inanimate Shining but never arrogant, from 40 Park to Feroget Rocking the finest ??? designers ??? If it's not Ralph than it's some double G sh** Forever glow