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