Chop Chop Chop

Shh, its okay, its okay
Its okay, its okay, mmm…
Damn, you taste good
Damn you, motherfucker, mmm…
(coughing)

Uh, yeah, ah (inhaling and exhaling smoke)
Its 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 couldnt 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 aint say shit
Cause sometimes I be devastated
I need the feeling like Im levitating
In the lotus flower pose
With patiences with power shows
They say that I been sculpted with a Pharaohs nose
I like to think that I got Darryls nose
Its like its 1986 again, in Flushing, Queens for real
Fuck the way you feel
I love the way I feel
Its like its 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 dalcun riposo
Salimmo sù, el primo e io secondo
Tanto chi vidi de le cose belle
Che porta 'l ciel, per un pertugio tondo
E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle