Lyrics of 'Shiraz' by Action Bronson

We've been the best since I stepped in
Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn
In the sack, break her back like a Redskin
Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin
Tree to make the head spin
Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
Light Ceaser, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
New York City, Queens burrough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
Money I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the booth
Bitches are on display, give brain
Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left
Which means I'm on the right, get paid
By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid

2 fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking
Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal
Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil
The red razor cut the features in your facial
Creeping Corona, puffing in the [?] loner
Puffing cheeba in the street by the [?] corner
Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy
Captain of the rap, you talking to papi
Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough
Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin
Camera off. Hash straight from the desert, can knock
A camel off. Sheep straight out of school
Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit
Whole cliques roll thick, no shit
Piss drunk and they smoke sticks
Not a word of English but
They hold the 4/5ths
FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit
Young kids walking around the Desi in hand
Going "Boom Shakalaka! " like it's NBA Jam
Never speak to fuzz
Tap out the reefer, show him how
To use his sneakers, cause
Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom
We on the beach, resting [?]
We in Cancun. Fly girly curly
Hair is getting read through
We in the shower give me head: shampoo
Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle
Eyes blue, put the [?] money in the bank though
Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango
[?] sly, thank you
Bye, peace, one, fuck you