Turkish Action Bronson (Ft. Meyhem Lauren)
"Turkish" by Action Bronson featuring Meyhem Lauren is a hip-hop track from 2013. The song showcases themes of culinary passion, street life, and cultural pride, with vivid imagery and clever wordplay. Its unique blend of jazz-infused beats and braggadocious lyrics highlights the artists' distinct styles, contributing to their cult following. #HipHop
[Intro: Action Bronson]
Woop, woop
Doctor Turbo
Woop
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
I pull up, jump out, choke you out, hit the death roll
Then slide off like Bo Jackson in Tecmo Bowl
El Cocodrillo collecting all souls
You can catch me in Tibet
But if you try me I'ma put that ass to bed
From this top floor view I could see the whole strip
Jump out the window like I got wings on
Your physical features will turn into chopped cheese, dog
And I flee off and drive Z4's
With skis where the wheels supposed to be
End your evening with a real ferocious knee
Have you holding something frozen on your cheek
Swinging double hundred pound clubs from Persia like The Sheik
I love the taste of raw meat
I rock the long white robe Allah fashion
Off the roof with the scope
Calm, I took Lamaze classes
Ask your moms, your boy's been gone
When he was rocking Sean John
I steer the Caddy like I got one arm
Smoke drugs like I got four lungs
Knock the horse out you rode in on
Hit him twice 'cause he had a chin on him
Caught the ball then I Hit the spin on him
I need the money on the table by this morning
Woop, woop
Doctor Turbo
Woop
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
I pull up, jump out, choke you out, hit the death roll
Then slide off like Bo Jackson in Tecmo Bowl
El Cocodrillo collecting all souls
You can catch me in Tibet
But if you try me I'ma put that ass to bed
From this top floor view I could see the whole strip
Jump out the window like I got wings on
Your physical features will turn into chopped cheese, dog
And I flee off and drive Z4's
With skis where the wheels supposed to be
End your evening with a real ferocious knee
Have you holding something frozen on your cheek
Swinging double hundred pound clubs from Persia like The Sheik
I love the taste of raw meat
I rock the long white robe Allah fashion
Off the roof with the scope
Calm, I took Lamaze classes
Ask your moms, your boy's been gone
When he was rocking Sean John
I steer the Caddy like I got one arm
Smoke drugs like I got four lungs
Knock the horse out you rode in on
Hit him twice 'cause he had a chin on him
Caught the ball then I Hit the spin on him
I need the money on the table by this morning
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