Chop Chop Chop Lyrics - Action Bronson

Shh, it's okay, it's okay 

It's okay, it's okay, mmm... 

Damn, you taste good 

Damn you, motherfucker, mmm... 

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 

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Kelly Slater couldn't ride this wave 

Or those dudes from The Endless Summer 

We gettin' bent until 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 like it's 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real 

Fuck the way you feel 

Fuck the way you feel, pussy 

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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