Central Bookings - Action Bronson, Statik Selektah, Meyhem Lauren

The way things is looking Im’ma see central booking

Ayo Queens get the money

Ain’t trying to see central booking, Oh shit

Dough boy in New York City

New York is still the same

Out there on the Queens Ave

Playing the mirrors like a diva cause I’m paranoid

And plus I’m smoking drugs, you’re just a token thug

Fuck around your words will lay you in a woven rug

I’m Middle Eastern, Iron Sheik with the cobra clutch

We see the lights so I force them into chasing me

Early morning money like the people in the bakery

Fancy drapery, rep the family faithfully

Criminal minded, do it tastefully

Shorty catching cases, couple priors open

Serve fiends same shit Richard Pryor smokin'

My speech be concrete lying, defeat a web

And even if you were a basket couldn’t see the bread

We want the Caesar salad table-side

The waiter toss it get the flavor right

The shorty with me got the piercing in the naval

Seven bitches with me and I’m 'bout to give 'em anal

Yes I love my freedom cause I’m able

Coming from Queens we get fly on different calibers

Heinous with the stainless, plus we Shameless like the Gallaghers

Black, e-b-i-t so we ain’t looking at no calendars

Gliding like Islanders

Pistols equipped with silencers

Load 'em, point 'em at challengers, be triple beam balancers

I’m feeling claustrophobic with success surrounding us

And fuck a groupie cause we been have bitches hounding us

Way before this thing called rap came into play

I change my rugbys and the pussy I fuck like every day

Sex, money and yay, sip the Henessey for energy

We giants, dropping science, if you’re smart pick up the chemistry

Repping for New York heavily, getting my money steadily

Meyhem Lauren and Bronsolinyo that’s the recipe

Dun, it’s destined we won, my legacy spun

A lot of people in the right direction, despite aggression

Divine prevention bag ounces by eye with perfection

They tried to bag me for the blunt, I had the bundle by the grundle

I’m running on the humble, acrobatic tumble

Oh shit, the floor exercise a perfect ten

Marisol, we make her swallow drugs then she birthing twins

Then fly no propeller, street bread my a capella

Vintage raps from out the cellar, Madagascar vanilla

Where color kicks match your buy work

And then we batch it

From Queens I was just in my teens, holdin' the ratchet

I slice the garlic with the razor, somewhere out in Asia

When it come to paper, family, everything is major

The North American elk behind the oven door

We’re trying to find a common ground, is it love or war?

Remain extravagant we known to floss objects inanimate

Shining but never arrogant, from 40 Park to Feroget

Rocking the finest ???

designers ???

If it’s not Ralph than it’s some double G shit

Forever glow