PEPPERS Lyrics – Action Bronson

Read the full PEPPERS lyrics by Action Bronson from the album PLANET FROG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
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
While doing drügs inside the locker room (Thank you)
B!tch, 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 dropping a clue (Woo)
Eagle fly like Larry Nance (Uh-huh)
In hopes it rain on the people in the prairie dancing
Intoxicating chance (Uh)
Yeah, I’m dancing but the Ox is in my hand (Uh)
Platinum Patek, call him Aquaman (Uh)
B!tch, it’s the doctor, give him some Clonazepam
Turn him to Hallow Man
Baklava been spotted in Rotterdam
Chilling with Suriname woman, smoking pot again, yeah

[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 (What, what)

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
I’m just talking threads
Bum-n***s talking on the thread on my head like I killed cornbread
Y’all boys reaching, that’s a long stretch
Out of the loop like Meech after a long stretch
You and your wh*re 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
Tell them chicken heads quit begging, bird b!tches pecking 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 setting, Audemar Piguet
That’s what you get for being pig-headed
Beheaded, kicked out the whip and deaded (‘Fu*k outta here)
Yo, castle full of foreigns
Hard castle in McCormick
Was pumping tall capsules, but I knew rap was my calling
Before I became the Flash Gordon of recording (Woo)
The J.P. Morgan of slick talking
Y’all Christopher Walken, I was nice before British walkers and Walkmans
Walking 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
Motherfu*ker

[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 (What, what)