Cliff Notes Lyrics
| Song | Cliff Notes |
| Artist | Action Bronson |
| Album | Well Done |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Get, get, get it? | |
| Get, get, get it? | |
| Bronson… Statik | |
| SelektahGet, get, get it? | |
| Get, get, get it?.it’s all the same! | |
| ************ rap, dental damn beaver trap, | |
| That thrill is gone, | |
| I’m here to bring the fever back, | |
| To the streets, pumping up the big whips. | |
| Torpedo rum… the same ************ps, | |
| Two tongue grip, brother moves on ************t, | |
| Better move on chick, or else is all trick,.even in my zone… | |
| I spin the ************t to make you mother ****** down sweat, | |
| Queen’s red, no pack but a cheese… | |
| Fat ass ******g ************ until she’s dead, | |
| Sway foot, looking like an | |
| Indian,Cool… straight form the | |
| Caribbean. | |
| Long jackets, made from an amphibian,.money, slid with my comedian. | |
| Break it down, vision on the | |
| Dallas,Deeping in your parlors, chilling with scholars. | |
| Chorus:Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not!Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Get it?I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not!Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Call me John | |
| Bon… popping out the | |
| Volvo,Retched on the leg, dipping for the po-po! | |
| Sissy, you found a label as a loco, | |
| I’m sorry, but | |
| I never used to. with the coco! | |
| Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs, | |
| Seven grans a purple ‘till my neck will leave my feet on them. | |
| Super ************, | |
| Portuguese, sweet… | |
| Suck a ************ like an elephant. three tones. | |
| My ************ whistle like my father … the window,. | |
| I’m lighting up the indoor | |
| And when I go inside | |
| I think I might just play | |
| Nintendo,Call a | |
| Shwaty from my high and …play with my… | |
| Ah, just let me catch my little breath as she won’t accept the kick | |
| Cause your destiny is for… | |
| Me, you see | |
| I spin like epileptic ************t,…you fear me or you respect the kid. | |
| Chorus:Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not!Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Get it?I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not!Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Mind like | |
| Watson, flowing in the new… | |
| Van Dame… | |
| Alligator… | |
| Spin kick to the ************… | |
| Right up in the tea room, | |
| You don’t want to rerun!…hard times, drug out the balloon, | |
| Beauty like a butterfly, flying… co****, | |
| Urban love and central village right by the lagoon. | |
| That’s my grandfather, add a little cream… | |
| Make the. harder. | |
| Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the dance partner, | |
| Put a viper around my pants, | |
| So when the honey hit the tune | |
| I’ll let her dance on it! | |
| Like a gypsy, hookers in….everybody is smoking fifties. | |
| Nine ninety eighty two that’s my shoot, | |
| Reflect like high sun ************ning in the hot noon! | |
| Chorus:Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not!Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! |
| Get, get, get it? | |
| Get, get, get it? | |
| Bronson Statik | |
| SelektahGet, get, get it? | |
| Get, get, get it?. it' s all the same! | |
| rap, dental damn beaver trap, | |
| That thrill is gone, | |
| I' m here to bring the fever back, | |
| To the streets, pumping up the big whips. | |
| Torpedo rum the same ps, | |
| Two tongue grip, brother moves on t, | |
| Better move on chick, or else is all trick,. even in my zone | |
| I spin the t to make you mother down sweat, | |
| Queen' s red, no pack but a cheese | |
| Fat ass g until she' s dead, | |
| Sway foot, looking like an | |
| Indian, Cool straight form the | |
| Caribbean. | |
| Long jackets, made from an amphibian,. money, slid with my comedian. | |
| Break it down, vision on the | |
| Dallas, Deeping in your parlors, chilling with scholars. | |
| Chorus: Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Get it? I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Call me John | |
| Bon popping out the | |
| Volvo, Retched on the leg, dipping for the popo! | |
| Sissy, you found a label as a loco, | |
| I' m sorry, but | |
| I never used to. with the coco! | |
| Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs, | |
| Seven grans a purple ' till my neck will leave my feet on them. | |
| Super , | |
| Portuguese, sweet | |
| Suck a like an elephant. three tones. | |
| My whistle like my father the window,. | |
| I' m lighting up the indoor | |
| And when I go inside | |
| I think I might just play | |
| Nintendo, Call a | |
| Shwaty from my high and play with my | |
| Ah, just let me catch my little breath as she won' t accept the kick | |
| Cause your destiny is for | |
| Me, you see | |
| I spin like epileptic t, you fear me or you respect the kid. | |
| Chorus: Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Get it? I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Mind like | |
| Watson, flowing in the new | |
| Van Dame | |
| Alligator | |
| Spin kick to the | |
| Right up in the tea room, | |
| You don' t want to rerun! hard times, drug out the balloon, | |
| Beauty like a butterfly, flying co, | |
| Urban love and central village right by the lagoon. | |
| That' s my grandfather, add a little cream | |
| Make the. harder. | |
| Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the dance partner, | |
| Put a viper around my pants, | |
| So when the honey hit the tune | |
| I' ll let her dance on it! | |
| Like a gypsy, hookers in. everybody is smoking fifties. | |
| Nine ninety eighty two that' s my shoot, | |
| Reflect like high sun ning in the hot noon! | |
| Chorus: Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! |
| Get, get, get it? | |
| Get, get, get it? | |
| Bronson Statik | |
| SelektahGet, get, get it? | |
| Get, get, get it?. it' s all the same! | |
| rap, dental damn beaver trap, | |
| That thrill is gone, | |
| I' m here to bring the fever back, | |
| To the streets, pumping up the big whips. | |
| Torpedo rum the same ps, | |
| Two tongue grip, brother moves on t, | |
| Better move on chick, or else is all trick,. even in my zone | |
| I spin the t to make you mother down sweat, | |
| Queen' s red, no pack but a cheese | |
| Fat ass g until she' s dead, | |
| Sway foot, looking like an | |
| Indian, Cool straight form the | |
| Caribbean. | |
| Long jackets, made from an amphibian,. money, slid with my comedian. | |
| Break it down, vision on the | |
| Dallas, Deeping in your parlors, chilling with scholars. | |
| Chorus: Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Get it? I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Call me John | |
| Bon popping out the | |
| Volvo, Retched on the leg, dipping for the popo! | |
| Sissy, you found a label as a loco, | |
| I' m sorry, but | |
| I never used to. with the coco! | |
| Urban hippie, muffle with the green thumbs, | |
| Seven grans a purple ' till my neck will leave my feet on them. | |
| Super , | |
| Portuguese, sweet | |
| Suck a like an elephant. three tones. | |
| My whistle like my father the window,. | |
| I' m lighting up the indoor | |
| And when I go inside | |
| I think I might just play | |
| Nintendo, Call a | |
| Shwaty from my high and play with my | |
| Ah, just let me catch my little breath as she won' t accept the kick | |
| Cause your destiny is for | |
| Me, you see | |
| I spin like epileptic t, you fear me or you respect the kid. | |
| Chorus: Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Get it? I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! | |
| Mind like | |
| Watson, flowing in the new | |
| Van Dame | |
| Alligator | |
| Spin kick to the | |
| Right up in the tea room, | |
| You don' t want to rerun! hard times, drug out the balloon, | |
| Beauty like a butterfly, flying co, | |
| Urban love and central village right by the lagoon. | |
| That' s my grandfather, add a little cream | |
| Make the. harder. | |
| Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the dance partner, | |
| Put a viper around my pants, | |
| So when the honey hit the tune | |
| I' ll let her dance on it! | |
| Like a gypsy, hookers in. everybody is smoking fifties. | |
| Nine ninety eighty two that' s my shoot, | |
| Reflect like high sun ning in the hot noon! | |
| Chorus: Get it? | |
| I am not illiterate, | |
| Not, not! Not even a little bit! | |
| Straight up, | |
| I make the music just for you! | |
| Nothing, nothing like an idiot! |
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