La Luna

Yo, yo I need a car I have to go to the Garden I'm gonna be late, I need one right now Can we please call La Luna? Aite Hello, you've reached La Luna Luxury Car And Limousine Services Need a ride to the airport, call 1-800 Please hold Yo what beat is that? Oh that's just funky, what is that? Yo what beat is that It's from the phone Could rhyme on this Uh Hell yeah Yeah Came out the p***y wearing Timbs Oh, my Lord, it's him Time to put the toys back in the bin 'Cause I'm sick of this shit Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick And it's rubbing me the wrong way to say the least I'mma save my peace And I'mma breeze in the Caprice with the gold seats Bumpin' Boosie on a slow creep I'm kinda Xan'ed, lookin' stoned mate, you know me Asian shooter with the blonde hair, Street Fighter character Fuck around and suplex 'em through the sailor bar My life is green, lit, no script And we all know that money be the motor for this whole shit Bitch, I'm focused like none other than number one da-da-da Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing Mind blown The customer representative will be with you shortly Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes Seven minutes Call 1-800 Your shit lack quality I'm sitting right behind my chick, making pottery My first joint was like an odyssey Uh, the second joint straight rolled like the shaman's feet Climbed the stairs to the sun Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close To another thousand years, here's a toast Champagne drippin' down the beard hair Supermodels sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good Now Uh Rockabye baby Yeah Rockabye baby Uh huh --- La Luna - Action Bronson