Chords for Action Bronson + Party Supplies '9-24-13 feat Big Body Bes'

[D#] _ Cousin Bruce Lee plays your [A#] favorite [G#]
[F#] oldies on [B] [F#] CBS _ [G] Advance. _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Em] Waxxy, [G] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ Smokin' [G] That, Barbara Walters Wax.
_ [Em] _ _ [G] Same fuckin' outfit 20 days in a row, I don't give a shit.
_ _ You only came around cause you thought I had [Em] some money for ya.
You got it fucked up, that's for the [G] kids.
And if there's anything left, I cop a [Em] crib.
And if there's anything left [G] after that, I cop the six.
How you think I got the art [Em] displayed on dinner plates?
First course was from the [B] finger lakes.
[G] Last course, cinnamon ginger cake.
She gave me head during the Laker game.
I got her tatted, tried to erase her name.
No, I caught her cheatin'.
Her [Em] pussy didn't feel the same.
She was finally with one of the Broncos.
[G] Or LeBron.
So I blew her car up soon as she tried [D] to start it up.
Nah, I can't talk about that though.
[G] Your chances thin like the [Em] mustache of Puerto Ricans.
Shootin' guns with my daughter on the [G] weekend.
Smoke the butter, same color as the weekend.
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker.
Fuck.
Fuck, man.
We stashed under the [Em] sole of the sneaker.
[G] Smoked the butter, same color as the weekend.
[D] _ _ [G] Told the driver, Lenny, swing me by the garden, I got the talk to pack.
[Em] Hit him with stacks.
Showed him the [G] gat like you're gonna miss the finger, alright?
Fuck.
[D] Now fuck no flatter.
I [G] told the driver, Lenny, swing me by the garden, I got the talk [Em] to pack.
Showed him some stacks.
[B] Then showed him the [G] gat like you're gonna miss the finger, alright?
Yes, Mr.
[N] Baklava.
Then I cartwheeled in a aqua car.
_ [G] _
Shit.
[Em] It's so crazy, right?
Yo.
So, [D] it's just fuckin' nuts.
We're just talkin' crazy at this point.
I told the driver, Lenny, swing me by the garden, [Em] I got the talk to pack.
Showed him some stacks.
[B] Then showed him the [G] gat like you're gonna miss the finger, [D] alright?
Yes, Mr.
Baklava.
[F] Then I cartwheeled in a aqua car.
[Bm] Now I'm slidin'.
My ya [C] boy has made it, no more [G] cryin'.
The facial reminiscin' of a lion.
Fuck around, I'll send you back to Zion.
And I ain't even tryin' swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks.
I remember back [B] when they wouldn't spend a stack on my [G] rap.
Now they wanna wipe my ass in the crack after I shat.
And I just had grumpy fash, hell.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] Yeah, it's me.
_ [Em] Motherfuckin' Big Body.
I'm back [G] for the fuckin' sequel, man.
You know I had to come [Em] and spice this shit the fuck up.
[G] Mr.
fuckin' Sassong himself.
I'm over here fuckin' wildin'.
A lot of shit done motherfuckin' changed [D] now.
Motherfuckers [Am] done came up.
Whole lot [Bm] of different motherfuckin' moves are bein' made.
You know what time it [Em] motherfuckin' is.
So my lifestyle [G] done changed a little bit.
[Bm] All types of shit.
The motherfuckin' crib is [N] renovated, man.
All types of fly shit.
I got the new fuckin' marble [E] floor, man.
That shit is important.
[G] We just [Bm] flew that shit in from Connecticut.
_ Motherfuckers is out here spendin' stupid shit.
[G]
But you know me, man.
[Em] Same motherfuckin' body.
[G] I'm out here wildin' like I never changed, man.
It's the same motherfucker.
You know me, man.
98, doin' stick-ups with a screwdriver.
It's me, man.
The last card on the fuckin' A-tray, man.
I fuckin' live this shit.
Done [Em] came up.
Pockets was always swole.
[G] Sometimes a little low, but I get them back up, man.
Fill them up like the fuckin' gas [F] tank.
_ [G] _
God, man.
[D] Shouts to my fuckin' [Am] brother, man.
[G] Action Bronson, man.
We out here, man.
We motherfuckin' out here, man.
Nothin' left to say, man.
But motherfuckin' few more things, that's what's to say. _
Shit is fuckin' [Em] crazy, man.
I'm out here smokin' good, man.
[Am] [G] Fuckin' pocket, fuckin' stupid.
[Bm] Fuckin' blunt pack with that [F#] uptown piff.
Shouts [G] to all my motherfuckin' Dominicans out there in the heights.
All of that [B] 172174, wildin'.
[G] You already know, man.
Nah, I don't even want a motherfuckin' ounce, B.
Give me motherfuckin' 40 dimes.
That's how I want it.
In a brown fuckin' [Em] bag.
Yeah, that's how I thought about it.
[G] That's how we doin' it.
Big fuckin' style, man.
And I want that [Em] Chimney sauce drippin' all over my fuckin' arm.
That's how I do it, man.
Wipe it with the fuckin' hundred dollar bill.
I'm out here wildin', man.
My name Big Fuckin' Body, [G] man.
Shouts to motherfuckin' Albania.
Shouts to East New York.
Shouts to Lindewood.
Shouts to motherfuckin' Flushing.
Shouts to the motherfuckin'