Alligator - Action Bronson

Baby my ride so clean, I ride so dirty

I’m about to buy an alligator for my birthday

My girl asking me, «Where you been?», don’t worry

She said, «Baby I crashed the Benz», don’t worry

I ride so clean, my ride so dirty

I’m about to buy a fucking Lion for my birthday

My girl asking me, «Where I been?»

don’t worry

She said, «Baby, I crashed the Benz», don’t worry

Dropkicks out the drop-top 6

Don’t make your fucking kid become a hostage, I got this

Stay in the water like the Loch Ness

Shirtless rocking a locket

Drugs in my pocket

It’s all for a profit

Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in my boxers

Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster

Orgies at Hofstra

My bank account is like a Polish doctor

My heart is cold, I sing a soldiers opera

My drugs as strong as Arnold

They found her dead in the gold Impala

Hanging backwards out the chopper

The room smell like Nag Champa

Most my crew a bunch of armed robbers

Yeah, I rhyme sick like I play with shit

I’ve driven every flavored whip there is to get

Feel like I dip that cigarette in wet stuff

I should be on that Sped Ed bus, layin' on the bed with a red head slut

These mother fuckers praying that I don’t make it

I’m on the balcony stoned and naked playing Sega

Prince of Albania

No money, nothing to say to ya

I push the limo to the stadium

Game 7, Knicks-Heat

Me and Spike had to switch seats

Cause he kept spilling Henny all on my bitch feet

Expensive bracelets where my forearms and my fists meet

Down in Mexico eating chilis

No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets

I saw her walking cause I’m stalking on the dead streets

Trying to purchase where the shoulders and the head meet

She had a tight pink dress, her pussy was a weapon

Said she was a daughter of a Reverend

Well, thank god I don’t believe in heaven

Butt cheeks sculpted like a horse’s hind

Shit man, I think that I just crossed the line

Annual abortion time

Yeah, she got the tat straight from West 4th

Hereditary cancer almost took her breast off

And over 6 months she said she had a chest cough

Well I’m not a doctor, but I know that’s not a good sign

Matter of time 'til she placed and laced in a wood pine

For years she was the hood slime

Now no longer having a good time

Under earth, she burst into a sudden birth

Oh shit, the facial of my cousin Murph

Strange occurrences, alignment with the sun and earth, yeah

As baby turtles break the sand just to figure out the meaning

Instinctively they heading towards the water cause they need it

Forever cycles stay the same, they feel it like a fiend’s wrist

Mustard straight from Russia that they brought in on a steam ship

My mustache like a Colonel

Take a haters facial and I treat it like a urinal

A bit disturbed, confessions in a journal

I’m sickened by my thoughts so it’s tossed in the inferno