Stewed Rabo

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Coronell's, where you at, man? Yo, stew the rabo In the kitchen stood a Cuban model Really good at playing lotto This lucky bitch, shit This type of money could get Nucky clipped Dressed in all white, dancing on some Puffy shit Three different animals are eaten on a daily basis Still make our way through staircases and basements Old hookers with knee braces That need knee replacements From all the years of pounding on the pavement [Verse 2: A.G. Da Coroner] Most these rappers got Coolio fever (they smoking crack) Pound you out like Julio Cesar (where the ref?) Knock you out cold, you wake up swoll Both eyes shining like them rocks that Jacob sold (diamonds) Killer Kowalski with the claw make you pass out (choke 'em) Catch amnesia with the mac, I just black out (what I do?) Take the crack out, pull on the glass Pookie grabbed the turkey then got put on his ass (faggot) The music is drugs, the shit keep calling me 95 percent of these rapper's music is boring me (I don't want to hear that) Wake me up when you done, sonny (wake up) Come and put your 2 cents in and take my gun from me (try it) History is more than a word, it's what I been through Couldn't imagine the kind of shit your wife is into (that bitch a freak) The operation is deep throat, walked into the avenue and tricked on a cheap coat (10 dollars) Now I'm sort of like your step daddy, manicured pinky nails Hopping out the red Caddy Try and send the feds at me, Brasco moves (snitch) You wouldn't survive a second in this asshole's shoes [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] Yo, my play clothes aren't to be played in (not at all) This Breitling throws lightning that's Raiden Get sprayed in (shut the fuck up) Muthafuckas is lunch meat Dumb street, nigga, we dump heat, hit 'em up Old bucks get treated like cold cuts Faces get broken and sowed up, it's us, nigga Catch us onstage (straight up) Looking like lords of the drug holding the gauge Or, in the XXL up on the page Or, in The Source rocking sneakers that's beige Or, on fifth ave. buying some imported cloth While we pitching, moving shipments of assorted broth (minestrone) Soups in all sizes In love with bad girls that like to publicize profits That only see dollar bills when they open they eyelids, uhhh The whole crib was built off yey From the portraits, to the porcelain with the built in bidet Shitttt, catch me in Queens Hat low, living my dreams, congratulate me