[Verse 1 : Action Bronson]

Marijuana Bronson

Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz

Play possum with the pigs stuff a dime on the kid

Just scripted for the brothers holding knives on they bids

Gift basket full of figs, I'm sipping wine with the fizz

I got that pure smoke, gorgeous like a sushi plate

Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate

The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee

Classic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea

See, It be those kids from queens in guess jeans

Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams that let the lead scream

We still rhyme fly words over percussion

Nine - five Style max out diamonds in Flushing

I'm still the man immoral Its hard to navigate through coral

Your bitch with the tits still give the slamming oral

Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code

You know the dope'll force a fiend into the sleeper hold

You mother fucker I got you

[Verse 2 : Action Bronson]

Ay yo, Mountains are capped with snow though it's the summer months

I'm working hard for that money laundered in other fronts

Forty blunts in the museum

Jerk chicken patties out the window cop the tyson out the coliseum

A Street Fighter with the Killer Instinct for Mortal Kombat

The title holder higher than a giant's shoulder

Lamb roasting over open fire

Full moon hallucinations giving in to all my souls desire

Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector, You Doctor Seuss

I let him fall from off the roof and now I got the juice

I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere

Frozen nose hairs all I know, better be dro there

Pass the Thyme, chocking off the truest reefer

Lawrence Taylor in his prime with the smoother Caesar

Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup

The holy grail telling tale blowing cheeba eating tangy duck

[Verse 3 : Action Bronson]

Mother Fucker, Queens

These are the vividries of life that I'm expressing to you

Smoke salmon or coke famine your friend'll do you

Cause you make a little paper but you acting greedy

They'll cook ya momma in front of you just like hibachi Peaty

There's no Tahiti, forty five scrolls in graffiti

Beamers on BBs, the shit only seen on the TV

It really happened in the galaxy of Queens

Giving credit you indebted off the fallacies of fiends

I walk a road less traveled, push the foreign car

Often spark steel and known to play the gun guitar

The drugs sell by themselves you just a common factor

Real star is in the jar you the supporting actor

Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon

Puff a pound of boom, marijuana, she met a valid doom

We gotta get it cause we living for the minute

Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip, keepin it lemon scented