Traction

[Intro: Action Bronson] 718 Flushing 11365 Yeah, yo [Verse 1: Action Bronson & Boldy James] We rollin' back to back, different color Cadillac-in' Pray to Lord they don't put me in that paddy wagon If they do, it be a long trip Boss shit, Boldy hold the four-fifth Pull it, leave his body where the Pistons play Rock a mask like Richard Hamilton and hit the J But in Queens, they call me Mookie, Boobie put the tookie Where she poopy, if you see me then salute me, bitch Cuzzy quick to burn up the turnpike and skirt on them dirt bikes A lot of out-of-towners got murdered the first night For tryna serve on the work site Ten bricks of the fish, can't jump on the first spike I'm talking perched white, third base, searchlight Got caught with another gun on my third strike I'm from Detroit so I call cot and burn dice And I was crowned King ConCreature from birth right (It's Blocks) We take 'em over with little resistance Vivid descriptions of urban living conditions Fiend ballet, back block recitals Park the Phantom on the block, Ghetto American Idol On a whim and a prayer, I swear on a stack of Bibles For this shit right here, my dear handed me the title To the Rivier, lit the glass pipe with the lighter Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, I'm suited up in black attire, bitch [Chorus: Boldy James & Action Bronson] Time for some, time for some, time for some action Pre-cocked, one in the hole, blastin' Them nines double-action, it's time for some action Street life, lights, camera, action Grind 'til you shine on your brights from your hazards Flash 'em, lights, camera, action Time for some, time for some, time for some action (Yeah) We got it all under control, traction (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Action Bronson & Boldy James] Fuck around, throw some fox on my bitch But still cop a sandwich from my ahks up the block No socks, in some concept Balances Split pea soup coupe dipped, no Challengers This is grown man rap, you in the kiddie pool You still pissin' in that little urinal We burn the tree with a tinge of purple Flip work like a Ninja Turtle, you ain't fuckin' wit' my inner circle Dreams of five girls laid up on the white bed My off-white dick stretched across some dyke's head 5'8", the city on my back (Yeah) I'm jumpin' out the gym, and dunkin' it on Shaq Plugged with the connect, I hit him off on consignment If you spineless then squirm with the rats You can run off, play hide and seek 'til I pop up with that ninety Now that's what I call the return of the MAK [Chorus: Boldy James] Time for some, time for some, time for some action Pre-cocked, one in the hole, blastin' Them nines double-action, it's time for some action Street life, lights, camera, action Grind 'til you shine on your brights from your hazards Flash 'em, lights, camera, action Time for some, time for some, time for some action We got it all under control, traction