Stewed Rabo

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Coronell's, where you at, man?

Yo, stew the rabo

In the kitchen stood a Cuban model

Really good at playing lotto

This lucky bitch, shit

This type of money could get Nucky clipped

Dressed in all white, dancing on some Puffy shit

Three different animals are eaten on a daily basis

Still make our way through staircases and basements

Old hookers with knee braces

That need knee replacements

From all the years of pounding on the pavement

[Verse 2: A.G. Da Coroner]

Most these rappers got Coolio fever (they smoking crack)

Pound you out like Julio Cesar (where the ref?)

Knock you out cold, you wake up swoll

Both eyes shining like them rocks that Jacob sold (diamonds)

Killer Kowalski with the claw make you pass out (choke 'em)

Catch amnesia with the mac, I just black out (what I do?)

Take the crack out, pull on the glass

Pookie grabbed the turkey then got put on his ass (faggot)

The music is drugs, the shit keep calling me

95 percent of these rapper's music is boring me (I don't want to hear that)

Wake me up when you done, sonny (wake up)

Come and put your 2 cents in and take my gun from me (try it)

History is more than a word, it's what I been through

Couldn't imagine the kind of shit your wife is into (that bitch a freak)

The operation is deep throat, walked into the avenue and tricked on a cheap coat (10 dollars)

Now I'm sort of like your step daddy, manicured pinky nails

Hopping out the red Caddy

Try and send the feds at me, Brasco moves (snitch)

You wouldn't survive a second in this asshole's shoes

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]

Yo, my play clothes aren't to be played in (not at all)

This Breitling throws lightning that's Raiden

Get sprayed in (shut the fuck up)

Muthafuckas is lunch meat

Dumb street, nigga, we dump heat, hit 'em up

Old bucks get treated like cold cuts

Faces get broken and sowed up, it's us, nigga

Catch us onstage (straight up)

Looking like lords of the drug holding the gauge

Or, in the XXL up on the page

Or, in The Source rocking sneakers that's beige

Or, on fifth ave. buying some imported cloth

While we pitching, moving shipments of assorted broth (minestrone)

Soups in all sizes

In love with bad girls that like to publicize profits

That only see dollar bills when they open they eyelids, uhhh

The whole crib was built off yey

From the portraits, to the porcelain with the built in bidet

Shitttt, catch me in Queens

Hat low, living my dreams, congratulate me