La Luna - Action Bronson

Yo, yo, I need a car.

I have to go to the garden.

I’m gonna be late.

I need one right now.

Can you please call La Luna?

Alright

(Phone ringing) Hello.

You’ve reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services.

If you need a ride to the airport call 1−800 airport.

Please hold

Yo, what beat is that, huh?

Oh, that shit is funky, what is that?

Yo, what beat is that?

It’s from the phone

Could rhyme on this.

Oh, hell yeah, hahah, yeah

Came out the pussy wearing Timbs

Oh, my lord, it’s him

Time to put the toys back in the bin

'Cause I’m sick of this shit

Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick

And it’s rubbing me the wrong way to say the least

I’ma say my peace

And I’ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats

Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep

On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me

Asian shooter with the blonde hair, Street Fighter character

Fuck around and suplex 'em through the salad bar

My life is greenlit, no script

And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit

Bitch, I’m focused like none other, the number one Don Dada

Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him

Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing

Mind blown

A customer representative will be with you shortly.

Did you know we can get to

you in just seven minutes?

Seven minutes.

Call 1−800−80…

Your shit lack quality

I’m sittin' right behind my chick makin' pottery

My first joint was like an odyssey

The second joint straight raw like the shaman’s feet

Climbed the stairs to the sun

Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son

Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close

To another thousand years, here’s a toast (clink)

Champagne drippin' down the beard hair

Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood

Roll a big fat blunt so you know I’m gonna sleep good

Now

(Uh)

(Rock-a-bye baby, yeah)

(Rock-a-bye baby, uh-huh)