The Stick Up
Action Bronson Statik Selektah Lyrics
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Bronsolini and I'm better than the best of them
With the power invested in me, '93 on the vest with the ski
The watch spin perpetually, time for compensation
Babies need shoes, Bronson keep pounds of weed only three brews
Long jackets, curly hair like I'm Hebrew
Fabric with the green ink had been the root of evil
Gotta get it on the late night, sun rise
What about a refill of the ganja when the blunt dies
New Yorker Mangold see me playing on the front lines
Two sixty five eight, the beard gumbo
Three pointers in the park for a clean hundo
Cream Caddies, hookers in the back of it
Spectacular shit, the resume immaculate
Better have my money
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
Better have my money
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
Yo, vicious chowder
Asian bitches sniffin' powder
Bronsolene catch me creepin' at the sicko hour
992 is scripted on the balance
Got talent, but all we really love is valence
Laid in the palace like a sultan
Polo on my back cover the Carhartt king
And that's for certain, hung like a curtain
Pussies get the drapes
Motherfucker know you in the Planet of the Apes shit
Dusty bottles from a cellar in a foreign land
Dr. Lecter, digging in your sister's rectum
Sweetbreads and capers, Martusciello to evade the danger
But I really wanna taste the paper
Golden bars from the treasury, spit cleverly
I'll leave it neverly, lappin' in the Beverly
Deadly medley, mashing on the pedal, B
Light on my complexion but I'm heavy on the celery
Better have my money
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
Better have my money
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
The Stick Up by Action Bronson and Statik Selektah is a hardcore crime-rap song that talks about the desire for material possessions of the artists. The "tangible goods" are what Bronson is interested in, and he claims to be better than the best of them. He refers to himself as Bronsolini and describes his watch spinning perpetually while he thinks about compensation. He also talks about how he keeps pounds of weed and only three brews to himself, shows off his curly hair and long jackets, and mentions the evil green ink fabric. He then speaks about his family, particularly his son, and never wanting to see the look of sorrow in his son's eyes. The lyrics then turn to the stickup, or robbery, and the need for money to keep up his lifestyle. He tells people to quit the bullshit and give him his money or face the consequences.
The second verse features more aggressive lyrics, with Bronson talking about Asian women sniffing powder while he creeps around in the middle of the night. He references "992" being scripted on the balance, and talks about how all they really love is valence. He claims he is laid in the palace like a sultan, wearing a Polo and Carhartt king. He uses colorful language to describe his swagger, saying he's "hung like a curtain" and is heavy on the celery. He talks about digging in someone's sister's rectum and wanting to taste the paper, and then mentions golden bars from the treasury. The lyrics continue to be about obtaining money and using it to live a lavish lifestyle.
Overall, the song is an example of crime-rap and the desire for material possessions among some artists in the hip-hop industry.
Line by Line Meaning
The tangible goods, that's all I'm interested in
I'm only after physical items that I can acquire.
Bronsolini and I'm better than the best of them
I'm Bronsolini, and I'm more talented than anyone else.
With the power invested in me, '93 on the vest with the ski
I have the ability to do great things, and I wear a '93 on my vest with a ski mask.
The watch spin perpetually, time for compensation
My watch never stops, and it's a reminder that I need to get paid.
Babies need shoes, Bronson keep pounds of weed only three brews
My kids need shoes, and I keep pounds of weed but only three beers.
Long jackets, curly hair like I'm Hebrew
I wear long jackets and have curly hair like a Jewish person.
Fabric with the green ink had been the root of evil
Material with green ink has caused a lot of trouble.
Gotta get it on the late night, sun rise
I need to make money during the night until the sun comes up.
Ain't never trynna see the look of sorrow in my son's eyes
I never want to see my son feel sad or disappointed.
What about a refill of the ganja when the blunt dies
What happens when the weed runs out and the blunt needs to be refilled?
New Yorker Mangold see me playing on the front lines
People from New York see me out in front leading the way.
Two sixty five eight, the beard gumbo
I weigh 265 pounds and have a thick beard.
Three pointers in the park for a clean hundo
I can score three-point shots in the park for a hundred dollars.
Cream Caddies, hookers in the back of it
I drive a luxury car with prostitutes in the back.
Spectacular shit, the resume immaculate
I've done some amazing things, my past accomplishments are flawless.
Yo, vicious chowder
Hey, this soup is really good.
Asian bitches sniffin' powder
Asian women are doing cocaine.
Bronsolene catch me creepin' at the sicko hour
Find me out at night doing strange things.
992 is scripted on the balance
The number 992 is written on the scale.
Got talent, but all we really love is valence
We appreciate talent, but all we really care about is valence (a chemical term).
Laid in the palace like a sultan
I'm living large and comfortable, like a sultan in a palace.
Polo on my back cover the Carhartt king
I'm wearing a polo shirt on top, but I'm really the Carhartt king underneath.
And that's for certain, hung like a curtain
That's definitely true, and I'm well-endowed.
Pussies get the drapes
Not sure.
Motherfucker know you in the Planet of the Apes shit
You're in a crazy situation like you're in the movie Planet of the Apes.
Dusty bottles from a cellar in a foreign land
There are dusty bottles of alcohol from a foreign country's cellar.
Dr. Lecter, digging in your sister's rectum
I'm like the creepy character Dr. Lecter, and I'm doing something inappropriate with someone's sister.
Sweetbreads and capers, Martusciello to evade the danger
I'm eating sweetbreads and capers, and I'm using the name Martusciello to avoid danger.
But I really wanna taste the paper
I want to make more money.
Golden bars from the treasury, spit cleverly
I have golden bars from the government treasury, and I can rap creatively.
I'll leave it neverly, lappin' in the Beverly
I'll never quit rapping, and I'll be cruising around Beverly Hills.
Deadly medley, mashing on the pedal, B
I'm a dangerous combination, and I'm driving fast.
Light on my complexion but I'm heavy on the celery
I'm light-skinned but I eat a lot of celery.
Better have my money
You need to give me my cash.
Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up
Stop lying and give me what I want. It's a robbery.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ARIYAN ARSLANI
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Chris Black
Basically the only new hip hop I've only listened to in a long time. Bronson is that dude.
MF DOOM
my favorite bronsolini song
Jane D
I always sing this song to my brothers cause they always be borrowing money. -_- lol
MikegLA310
This whole album is good
jessedub
Action destroys this
Henri C.
"... got talent, but all we really love is violence... "
Hunt The Hater
"long jacket curly hair like I'm Hebrew!" my shit
michael kilmartin
Honestly bronson is up there with meth and biggie for riding a beat
Alfredo Parra
scientifik sample!!!! rip scientifik
Smart Rapper
How everyone doing?