Compliments To The Chef

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect Now I smoke the drugs that got me feelin' like I'm surfin' Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban We in the jungle with the shaman Tryna find these answers to these problems I've been ponderin' Now these motherfuckers hollerin' with their lips puckered like collagen Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges But daddy get it by himself on the reg Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg Chopped parsley, soft flakes, Himalayan mines Meditation time help me penetrate the mind December 2nd '83, I was created My vision's wide of the human being jaded It's just reality, dealt with on a daily basis Big Body put the burner in these bitches faces [Hook: Lauriana Mae] Oh, they're selling dreams out here in every corner store Pawn 'em on the streets, I feel, they're selling me the world But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same So when I go where I go I remember where I came... Remember where I came from [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, yo can lead a horse to water but you can't make 'em drink it Two in the pink, two in the stink Leather colored goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs In '87, saw my father in a blue Saab Right seat sittin', left hand shiftin' You know that every team needs a Paxson and a Pippen Bronson rappin' like he on an acid tab trippin' You changin' with the moon with a Maxi Pad drippin' High-five love, 5'5, plump Sell the pussy 'til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca Smoked shark, speakin' in a Nordic slang Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain Clear water from the creek keep me nourished Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch [Hook] [Outro: Lauriana Mae] Yeah... remember where I came from... Remember where I came from... Yeah... remember where I came from... Remember where I came from...