Albanian style, rock leathers in the I'll shoot my cousin for nothing, man Go visit fam with no problems, on some shit from Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit Licorice liquor, one cube, a touch of Watch it mix, white like the Duchess' daughter I'm in the corner puffing with the musky odor Destination of your throat, cup of soda Uh, is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury Park connect, Figaro My uniform Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my and on my short sets The Leslie of the weed and the words This is Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid Naked gun, the is scratched off Armed like in his prime, blast off
On and on, it through, we won Never stop till the day there On and on, it through, we won stop till the day we're there
Push seat back, the Rickey Henderson of rap Jets hat, a little blubber lie the 6 pack Summer time I cop the musket with the kick Then sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit happens continuously throughout the night Now my eyes are diamonds, that's looking blue-ish in the light Like a prism, shooting out hope, honor, and Never stop it till coastal on the aqua mission Reach my in the water and grab a tuna Silhouette you see of light, right off the Mezzaluna That's a moon, wavy like my man's fade The European carry-all, color, tan, Handmade, hand blades, up your features, I'm a creature Section 39, I'm in the Fiends get washed up like on the beaches It's mating season the verbal for your speakers
On and on, it 'til, we won Never stop till the day we're On and on, it 'til, we won Never till the day we're there
I'll prosciutto, legend, Rizzuto Marijuana the pussy, I keep it crudo raw, now I declare war You in the league I you how a man score at my beard and my body like a grizzly I'm shoulder 3 plates Obama, EBT. I'm a G, supermarket Still drinking out the bottle with the cheese plate The Derek Harper the low Caesar, flow fever More than likely in your ho's beaver Drug smoke to my neck like a turkey Dough dirty, make brother do a curtsy. no mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey Square Tyson and I'm in the eating rare bison Clam chowder, you ain't fucking with this Straight from Queens, we're known to make your plans sour
On and on, it 'til, we won Never stop till the day there On and on, it 'til, we won Never till the day we're there On and on, it 'til, we won won Never stop the day we're there there, oh oh yeah oh
On and on, what you gonna do, you're gone?