Big Bad & Dangerous (feat. Smoke DZA) - Action Bronson

Big, bad, dangerous

Bronson, DZA, riiiiiiiiight

She’s heavy, no Jager

Sour in the chamber

Bam Bam Bronson

And Big Gram Vader

Big, bad, dangerous

Guyanese nigga with a wild Albanian

Mobbing through the stadium

Them little niggas came and went

Bars on the platter, should be catering

Anybody can get it, no matter what lane you in

We came to win, you came to play

Shit, I want the top spot

For that, ack

I’m on your ass like everyday

Disappear like Hoffa

At Little Charlie’s, penne alla vodka

Like a fucking mobster, huh

Wiseguys don’t carry wallets

Shit I’m liable to

Run up in Rugby and go toss a couple of fazools

Know how I do, made man

Shouts to Thirstin and Meyhem

N-Y Giant, word to Strahan

DZA!

Bronsolino, we got this

Yo

I’m Greg «The Hammer» Valentino, Tinoisamoa haberdashery

Got seven patches

Coming through with Patra

Speaking patois

Tuna tartare

Snap my fingers for the waiter

Tell him the food was caca

Cause I’m used to plates rated by Zagat

Smoking Kiefer Sutherland

Fuck the government, cop Asian rubs and shit

Paid like a hundred, I’m consistently blunted

Got the fronts right out of Busy Bee

13 Huarache’s out of King and Queens

Every other week cause I’m a sneaker fiend

Stole my mother’s car

And got falefel right on Bleecker Street

Kool G. Rap was pumping out the speaker, chief

I’m getting brain and rolling up

I’m in the green Caprice

Me and DZA treat the tree like Edward Scissor-

Hands of stone, well nowadays I’m getting tan in Rome

The boat, sleep six, the mussels at the bay

Don’t ever get it twisted, dog

We hustle everyday

We got kids to feed

Niggas ridicule before they help

Got to get it how you live, dog

Them bills don’t pay theyself

Whether 16 bars or 28 ounces

Whatever I do

I make it count, kid (That's right)

Yo, I’m the captain of this fly shit

Futuristic hybrid

Never close my eyelids

Dicking down a Thai bitch

Her thighs thick like a rhino skin

Ayo, I’m diving in

Slide it back and forth like a violin (Right)

Miri Ben-Ari

Mami, ven aqui

No gordo digging that toto loco

Them other niggas so-so

Half assed, mediocre at best

42nd Street, they would’ve got left

Feel what I’m saying?

Chicharron de pollo con hueso

Been flavor

Table cloth is beautiful

Penetration, uterial

Clenbuterol help when reciting the lyrics

Some family no longer with us

But still behind us in spirit

I said we big, bad, dangerous

Ain’t a motherfucker taming us

Right

Know your role or get rolled on

Don’t risk it

It’s big business

Big business