Lyrics:
Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings,
than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They
Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
We in Luan (whoo!) getting our groove on
Buyin out the bar, on our way
like Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post ho, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave.
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have
sippin on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson
When bustaz roll
like Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post ho, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave.
Bronson
When bustaz roll through, can't f*** with my bold crew
We will hold you captive and bust
Cause gangbangin is the active, activity
Where I be
Huh, have her sellin' ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico
[Kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep
that shit up, bro
Maurice Frazier, Lisa Bronson, Jason Peerless
Fucking Liza, Nakeisha, Mario, Ryan
Cordon, I could go on
Lynn Gonzalez, yo, Lynn
Bronson,
One by one dey come,
An' one by one to dreamland dey go.
How's it done?
You ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man
Who taught me all I
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Bronson, muthafucka, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew
Peak psychopathy
There's no in between
I'll take you down with me
I'm Charlie fucking Bronson
I'm Charlie fucking Bronson
Big smile just like Harley
Must Be Something Going On – C.C. Bronson
WORDS & MUSIC COPYRIGHT Carolyn Bronson © | ASCAP
Must be something going on
Thereu0027s people shaking
breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps
Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse
Bun B and Action Bronson, I'm seeing no colors
If you with
as the Fonz, and deadly as Charles Bronson
I'm Gonzo, you can call me Travie S. Thompson
Go ahead, and you can choose a similar path
But don't cast yourself up
nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other
Jigga!)
[Jay-Z]
Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's respondin, top of C. Bronson
We in Luan (whoo!) gettin our groove on
Buyin out
you
Get a customer, or an employee
Who thinks he's Charles
Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash
Their nose in jumps right into the floor
chick grabbing all over my jonhson
Charles Bronson big slab of meat
Hungry and fresh of a monthly
So she had to eat throwing me the ass and we
Ain't even
ve
Ezik adamlara karşı sempati besleyemiyorum
Benim kurumsal derecede iş
Yaptığımı farketmen gerekiyor
California'da doğup
Bronson Bulvarının güneyinde
nigga Bronson, Joey, Ab-Soul
And you know a nigga pockets
Getting swole on the road, yup
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done
Style's sharper than the blade in Shogun
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