PEPPERS versuri

Versuri Action Bronson – PEPPERS lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson & Roc Marciano]
The wind cry Mary on the daily (Ah)
Never compare me to these cans of beef (Never)
My ancestors prepared me to shift the 911 manually (Uh-huh)
Whether right-handed or left-handedly (Yep)
Over the river, through the woods and up the mountain (To grandmother’s house we go)
Don’t even look, they never found them, uh
Playing piano like Papo Lucca (Uh)
They just awarded Baklava the golden soccer boot (Uh-huh)
While doin’ drugs inside the locker room (Thank you)
Bitch, I’ll pop your balloon (Pop)
Eliminate your sloppy platoon
Have you shoot up all the slop in the spoon (Slop)
Pop at the moon (Pop)
Hop out the pool, smell like Acqua di Giò (Woo)
Longsword down the leg and it stop at the shoe (Woo)
No box, left the spot without droppin’ a clue (Woo)
Eagle fly like Larry Nance (Uh-huh)
In hopes it rain on the people in the prairie dancin’ (Yes)
Intoxicating chance (Uh)
Yeah, I’m dancing but the Ox is in my hand (Uh)
Platinum Patek, call him Aquaman (Uh)
Bitch, it’s the doctor (Uh), give him some Clonazepam (Uh)
Turn him to Hollow Man (Uh)
Baklava been spotted in Rotterdam (Uh)
Chilling with Suriname women (Uh), smokin’ pot again (Uh, yeah)

[Chorus: Action Bronson & Roc Marciano]
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what, yeah)
You gotta take it easy

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
I’m just talkin’ threads
Bum-n***s talkin’ on the thread on my head like I killed cornbread
Y’all boys reachin’, that’s a long stretch (Uh)
Out of the loop like Meech after a long stretch (Uh)
You and your whore slept next to this thoroughbred head
Everything on the bed was all red
Your shorty DM’d me on the web, I left it on read (Pssh)
Tell them chicken heads quit beggin’, bird bitches peckin’ at the nest egg
It was said that your ex had left you for dead
Next she texted, „What up, big head?” (What up, big head?)
Big big ass settin’, Audemar Piguet
That’s what you get for being pig-headed
Beheaded, kicked out the whip and deaded (‘Fuck outta here)
Yo, castle full of foreigns
Hard castle in McCormick
Was pumpin’ tall capsules, but I knew rap was my callin’
Before I became the Flash Gordon of recordin’ (Woo)
The J.P. Morgan of slick talkin’
New York Christopher Walken, I was nice before British walkers and Walkmans
Walkin’ in, I’m like Dr. Kevorkian
Shorty [?], saw me with the pet scorpion (Ah)
[?] length, 40 inch, and left
The double MV was a quarter M’
It’s him
Yeah, [?], n****, one take
Motherfucker

[Chorus: Action Bronson]
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy (What, what)
You gotta take it easy