Contemporary Man - Action Bronson

Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam

Let’s Go

Yeah, fuck the back talk

Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk

Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard

Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I’m Pistol Pete

You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek

Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps

Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek

Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I’m Mr. Cheeks

(Uhhhh, fly shit

Grown Man shit

Do it one more time, fuck it

I’m good to go)

Yo, I’m a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep

While her mother make soup with the cow feet

Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell

Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel

Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets

Spread bed on the feet

Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73

Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh

Big Bird, Farrington alumnus

Mouth like a pussy, she gummed it

You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador

Then I order up a feast for four

If you see me in a leather, know it’s reaching the floor

Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah

Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap

Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that

Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked

If there’s chicken in the building, know I’m smothering that

This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot

Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot

In the Z3 bumping U2

(Yo this Big Motherfucking Body, bitch)

Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup

Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck

Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled

Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters

I love Black girls boisterous

Shorty’s on the arm like a koi fish

On a Herbie White dude with the yellow fever

Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper

(Feel the beat…)

When our eyes first met was like the fourth day in July

When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you’d be mine

Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving

Six ducks in a wood burning oven

Georgia Southern, her alma mater

She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado

Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt

Fuck swag, got pizzazz

Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz

Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass

Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies

Next year catch me posing at the Tonys

Folding paper wilding at the OTB

Grow the money like a Cocha tree

American flags hang on walls that hide money

Put my arm through the Picasso

Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling

Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale

Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors

Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi

Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC

Randy Quaid with the turtleneck

Erma with the jungle juice, man feet

Beamer with the tan seats,

Smack the taco out your mouth, green couch