Cocoa Butter (feat. Nina Sky)

Statik Selektah

On and on and on

Bronson

Nina Sky

This my mothafuckin' game man

I don't give a flake what nobody says no more

No more playing the sidelines (Yeah)

On and on and on

Albanian style, rock leathers in the sand

I’ll shoot my cousin for nothing, dominant man

Go visit fam with no problems, on some normal shit

Straight from Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit

Licorice liquor, one cube, a touch of water

Watch it mix, turn white like the Duchess' daughter

I’m in the corner puffing ganja with the musky odor

Destination back of your throat, cup of soda

Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow

Queens to Asbury Park connect, Figaro

My uniform, Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex

Athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets

The Leslie Nielsen of the weed and the words

This is Action Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid

Naked gun, the serial is scratched off

Armed like Rocket in his prime, blast off

On and on, push it through, we won

Never stop till the day we there

On and on, push it through, we won

Never stop till the day we there

Push your seat back, the Rickey Henderson of rap

Jets hat, underneath a little blubber lie the six pack

Summer time I cop the musket with the kick back

Then sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit that

This happens continuously throughout the night

Now my eyes are like diamonds, that’s looking blueish in the light

Like a prism, shooting out hope, honor, and optimism

Never stop it till we're coastal on the aqua mission

Reach my hand in the water and grab a tuna

Silhouette you see reflection of light, right off the Mezzaluna

That’s a half moon, wavy like my man’s fade

The European carry-all, color tan, suede

Handmade, hand blades, carve up your features, I’m a creature

Section 39, I’m in the bleachers

Fiends get washed up like turtles on the beaches

It’s mating season make the verbal for your speakers

On and on, push it through, we won

Never stop till the day we there

On and on, push it through, we won

Never stop till the day we there

Well, I'm Action Bronson from Flushing Queens and

I'm here with my man, Statik Selektah

Queens to fucking Boston

And, uh, yeah

No more playing the sidelines shit this year, man

I'm a straight motherfuckin' starter

Three point champion, kid

Il prosciutto

Legend, Phil Rizzuto

Marijuana like the pussy, I keep it crudo

That’s raw, now I declare war

You in the women’s league

I show you how a man score

Look at my beard and my body like a grizzly

I’m shoulder pressing three plates

Obama EBT, I'm a G, supermarket sweepstakes

Still drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate

The Derek Harper with the low Caesar, flow fever

More than likely digging in your ho's beaver

Drug smoke to my neck just like a turkey

Dough dirty, make your brother do a curtsy

No mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey

Square Tyson in the mountains eating rare bison

Clam chowder, you ain't fucking with this manpower

Straight from Queens, where we're known to make your plans sour

On and on, push it through, we won

Never stop till the day we there

On and on, push it through, we won

Never stop till the day we there

On and on, push it through, we won won

Never stop till the day we there there

Yeah

On and on and on

What you gonna do?

While you're gone