Actin Crazy
Action Bronson Lyrics

Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a motherfucker in
Opportunities arise, and when they do, you have to welcome it with open arms.

I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
I tell my mother how much I love her with a simple kiss on the cheek.

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Do not fret about anything, for everything is taken care of by me.

Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
What makes you think I'm behaving erratically?

Ma, you know I'm still your little baby
Mom, I am still your child.

All my life I was a fuck-up, now I pull the truck up
In the past, I was a loser, but now I'm rolling up in my truck.

Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us
The same girl who was once dismissive of us, now wants to sleep with us.

See me hangin' out the window screamin', "What, what!?"
You can see me sticking my head out of the window, shouting "What, what!?"

No more tough luck, a different cloth is what I'm cut from
My hard times are over, and I am now made of stronger material.

Baby, oh, my Lord
My goodness, oh Lord.

The cops chasin' Bronson in an all-white Ford
The police are following me in an all-white Ford.

Shit, I'm on all-night tour
I am currently on an all-night concert tour.

Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw
I am doing well, but I am not consuming intoxicating substances.

I'm in a robe dancin' salsa on the top floor
I am dancing salsa on the highest floor, wearing a robe.

You would swear I'm Puerto Rican, but I'm not, Lord
You might think I am Puerto Rican, but I am not.

Hot hoes every city that we go, singin'
Every city we visit, there are attractive ladies singing our praises.

"Heads high, kill 'em with it now"
"Keep your heads held high and kill it now."

Uh, all I do is eat oysters
All I ever eat are oysters.

And speak six languages in three voices
I can speak six languages in three different pitches.

It's Adriatic Summers on sail boat
I am spending summers on a sailboat in the Adriatic Sea.

Don't even try to call, I'm not available for nothin'
Do not attempt to contact me, for I am not available.

Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker
Unless it is financial gain, I am not leaving the Studebaker car.

With Anita Baker, uh
Together with Anita Baker, uh.

Uh, I feel so alive, I think I shit myself
I am filled with so much joy; I think I may have soiled myself.

I should kiss myself
I am feeling so good about myself right now.

I'm starin' at the man inside the mirror
I am looking into the mirror, staring at myself.

The reflection shows a wolf though
The reflection in the mirror is that of a wolf.

Goddamn, I'm still cute, ho (yeah)
Despite being a wolf in the reflection, I am still cute, damnit.

All my women play the flute
All the girls I date play the flute.

Saw me plate some melon and prosciutt'
They watched me prepare a dish with melon and prosciutto.

Left handed, make the Fender cry
Despite being left-handed, I can make the Fender cry.

Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye
As I count my riches, I smile like a reverend, but my eyes are the eyes of the Devil.

Half Cherokee and Gemini, uh
I am both Cherokee and Gemini.

Motherfuckers'll dump heat, from Jump Street
People are quick to resort to violence.

And turn your chest plate to lunch meat
They will hit you so hard that your chest will become lunch meat.

I'm in a Humvee, lookin' like a young me
I am riding in a Humvee, looking like the younger version of myself.

Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby
Now everyone wants to be like me.

I switch the season, now the hair's curled
I changed my hairstyle for the season, and now it's curled.

Tan skin, I need a bad girl
I have a tan complexion, and I desire a bad girl.

'Cause James Brown said "It's A Man's World"
James Brown said "It's A Man's World" because it is.

In a Trans-Am Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl
I am driving a Trans-Am, spinning around, with a handgun with a pearl handle.

That's just "Daddy's Little Girl"
This is just the behavior of "Daddy's Little Girl".

Uh, please
Please.

Sweet
Sweet.

Mr. Baklava
Hey, it's Mr. Baklava.

Ain't tryna be broke
I do not want to be poor.