Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Chop Chop Chop’ by Action Bronson. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Action Bronson or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
It’s okay, it’s okay
It’s okay, it’s okay
Hmm
Damn, you taste good
Damn you, motherfucker
Hmm
Ah, yeah
Ah
Yeah
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 getting bent until the sun up
You getting 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 posed
With patience’s with power shows
They say that I been sculpted with a pharaoh’s nose
I like to think that I got Daryl’s nose
It’s like it’s 1986 again
Flushing Queens for’real
F*ck the way you feel
I love the way I feel
It’s like it’s 1986 again
Flushing Queens for’real
F*ck the way you feel
F*ck 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 lo secondo
Tanto ch’i’ vidi de le cose belle
Che porta ‘l ciel, per un pertugio tondo
E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle