Chop Chop Chop - Action Bronson

Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay

It’s okay, it’s okay, mmm…

Damn, you taste good

Damn you, motherfucker, mmm…

(coughing)

Uh, yeah, ah (inhaling and exhaling smoke)

It’s me, uh

The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

All up and down the block, block, block

The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

All up and down the block, block, block

Kelly Slater couldn’t ride this wave

Or those dudes from The Endless Summer

We gettin' bent up 'til the sun up

You gettin' wet up if you run up

(Hold on, yeah, uh-huh)

Man, the blunt burn for longer

Than the whole Badu concert

And while I was walking back to the whip

And still had a fat clip

I threw it on the floor and said, «Shit»

The whole ride back I ain’t say shit

'Cause sometimes I be devastated

I need the feeling like I’m levitating

In the lotus flower pose

With patience’s with power shows

They say that I been sculpted with a Pharaoh’s nose

I like to think that I got Darryl’s nose

It’s like it’s 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real

Fuck the way you feel

I love the way I feel

It’s 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real

Fuck the way you feel

Fuck the way you feel, pussy

The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

All up and down the block, block, block

The wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Chop, chop, chop

Said the wheels on the Range go chop, chop, chop

All up and down the block, block, block

Lo duca e io per quel cammino ascoso

Intrammo a ritornar nel chiaro mondo;

E sanza cura aver d’alcun riposo

Salimmo sù, el primo e io secondo

Tanto ch’i' vidi de le cose belle

Che porta ‘l ciel, per un pertugio tondo

E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle