Twin Peugeots-Action Bronson/Big Body Bes

Am I rapping or what I can't hear the headphones yeah Turn me up in the headphones Yeah Yeah Yeah Ok Alright Jump tumble Front flips off the roof Like a stunt double My shorty doing kegels for her cunt muscle Keep her shaped up The M3 all green fly like a strange duck My dad was right When he said I was a deranged f**k Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc Saddam Hussein guns Held by nuns who do d**gs while beige hard Bottoms slide on the new rug Pinky up The joint thicker than Pinky's butt Just as stinky Nick Van Exel with the handle Helsinki Eggs Rothko The handmade suit cloth I got the sports coat Twenty three and a half Feet on the sports boat Brown vest made of suede on my torso Close my eyes Inhale deep Sail free Blind fury Hoppin' out the braille jeep Serve me snails to eat No ham and cheese I'm tanning The 540i Color salmon Smoked can And Push the seat back Put your feet up Roll my w**d up Why's it feel like my life is moving fast Yo Get your own Don't worry about my cash flow I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole I need that first class dough Why's it feel like my life is moving fast Yo Get your own Don't worry about my cash flow I need a chick to hide the hammer in her asshole I need that first class dough It's me Big Body Who the f**k else You gotta pardon my absence man I just came back off of vacay man Just spent the whole f**king Weekend up in Orchard Beach Living the f**king life I was out there Wildin Had your moms on the motherf**king boogie board Doing all types of stunts But now I'm back though Ain't s**t changed Just came back Check my motherf**king emails Got more motherf**king deals on the table Don't even know what the f**k to do now S**t Oh my god You can still see me though Out there on Fulton street at 3 in the morning Bench pressin' a fiend Ain't s**t changed still loitering Ok Ok I'm relyin' on Viacom to Keep my lights and fire on Made a deal with Lucifer Said Give me the universe Every Single Planet It hurts kind of like losing your first love I saw the bright lights And started doing the worst d**gs Now I'm backtracking And hash rappin' with Action Throwing hand grenades At paddywagons in passing Old fashioned soul grabber Snorting all the coke up The type of s**t to turn a World War into a Polka Load up The double RL icon Steppin' out the limo Tuxedos made of python Listening to Lionel Richie F**kin with the lights on Rice on the table Have us going all night long Again And again And again Rooftops Sippin on some red wine Start to realize I've been trippin S**t its just fine So I read a passage out the Bible As I take a bath Dry off Hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave Bout to say f**k it and form a union March up to city hall and protest pollution Yes