Get Off My P.P.

My father's Action Bronson

Get off of his PP, mannn~!

Yeah... yeah!! Bronsolinio

Outdoorsman shit, hit 'em!

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop

Off glory recital, fiends on the backlot

Backalley Bronson always cookin up a mad plot

The shit that have us laid in bed just with a glass top

Hash pot stickin out the dash spot

I leave a vision of fakin and let his ass rot

One-seven-four and autobahn is where the cash drop

Then take the payment and distribute to the have-nots

I'm on the scene, 26 and I'm a mad child

Low machete, hoppin out the pants style

Whether fightin or graffiti got them hand styles

I wipe the floor up with your face like it's ShamWow

Hands down, one motherfucker

260 combined, here to bring the ruckus

The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate

Bronsolini show 'em how to hold the 9 straight

Yo, get off the next man's PP

Yo be original kid, get off the PP

Get off the shaft of my dick, get off my PP

Yo be original kid, get off the PP

Yo - the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up

I love my bitches big bodied like an old truck

With they waist sliced inches like the cold cuts

Been at the bottom of the sea but then I rose up

Feet first, my voice is known to curl the honey toes

Serve a pound of that and leave 'em with a bloody nose

Smoke the hash, take it from 'em like it's money, homes

Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road

A "Dirty Rotten Scoundrel" like Steve Martin

Drugs so good Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em

I'm on a roll, blow trees through East Harlem

Just put me in a cage in a basement, I'm retarded

German ship, twist, learn to blitz

I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet

Cop the ticket saw the cookin and converted it

Dutch leave third of it, roll it up, urder it

Yeah, get off the next man's PP

Yo be original kid, get off the PP

Get off the shaft of my dick, get off my PP

Get off my blood hardened knob.. PP