PEPPERS

Lyrics for PEPPERS

"The Wind Cry Mary" on the daily (ah) Never compare me to these cans of beef (never) My ancestors prepared me to shift a 911 manually (uh-huh) Whether right-handed or left-handedly (yep) Over the river, through the whoods and up the mountain (to grandmother's house we go) Don't even look, they never found him, uh Playin' 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 (Ah) 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 (whoo) Longsword down the leg and it stop at the shoe (whoo) No box, left the spot without droppin' a clue (whoo) Eagle fly like Larry Nance (uh-huh) In hopes of rain, native people on the prairie dance (yes) Intoxicatin' chants (uh) Yeah, I'm dancin', but the axe 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) Chillin' with Suriname women (uh), smokin' pot again, uh (yeah, uh) 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? Uh) 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 I'm just talkin' threads Bum niggas 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 the thoroughbred head Everything on the bed was all red (wet) Your shorty DM'd me on the web, I left it on read (brr) 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 (Uh) That's what you get for bein' pig-headed Beheaded, kicked out the whip and deaded (fuck out of 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' (whoo) The J.P. Morgan of slick talkin' New York, Christopher Walken, I was nice before British walkers and Walkmans (wow) Walkin' in, I'm like Dr. Kevorkian Shorty wop saw me with the pet scorpion (ha) Divorceable length, forty-inch in length The double-MV was a quarter M, it's him, yeah Yeah, Pimpstead, nigga, one take Motherfucker 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 You have now entered Planet Frog Vous êtes maintenant entré sur la Planète Grenouille Você acaba de entrar no Planeta Sapo