Midget Cough

[Intro: Action Bronson] Yeah It's me I'm here Swerve Light it [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo I'm on the PCH, smokin' THC With the team, money be the dream I take it multicolor, baby, it ain't gotta be green On the other side of earth with the queen, I'm from Queens Shit, 3 different types of forks for a Monday lunch Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts We rock medallions and such Don't even step within six feet of my presence Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard, Fresh pepper Did I mention, steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit If these opportunities arose before, we would've been had it Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic I been an addict in these streets, in my pants I've even shatted Then sat in it, sadly Two things, about to cop a few rings And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust Seats soft like a midget's cough [Interlude: Action Bronson] (*coughs*) Yeah, let's hear that fly shit (*coughs*) Yeah, man Oh fuck [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I never thought that this could be my life Russian mistress and Parisian wife Always seasoned rice, the animals you find in the jungle on the table sculpted in ice Throw the dice Leg drop after a big boot 1, 2, 3, it's over, slide in the mint coupe Dive out the chopper in the water, uh No splash, Olympic shit Ayo, the spliff look like a shrimp when it shit Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit, me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip Motherfucka I was born to live And born to fuck a lot of pussy without spawning kids It's me