Eggs On The 3rd Floor
Action Bronson Lyrics


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You said that I was worthless
Sure enough the toxins came up to the surface
I'll take your oxygen I'm perfect
Better bring your iron to the skirmish
Step on heads of serpents, smoke detergent
Robert Downey Jr., rotate image
Old money in the bag look like sauteed spinach bitch
Manicurin' like a China, spin out the Beamer at the arena
Bitches spot me like a cheetah
Wild life, wild nights with your wife (twice, dyke)
Now who the one that be turnin' the wheel in the old Deville
Step in the field, suckas know I'm real
Long sword down the leg so I stand still
Red beard so I resemble Jim the Anvil
Neidhart, ride dirty in the five sharp
Hand skills, Jean Claude, fine art
Put my head right through the Monet, ole
All the drugs I smoke, my lungs are probably coal gray
Ice on the Rolly, dykes on the pole play
Gravitatin' towards the money cause it brings me joy
Only thing next to my baby girl and baby boy
Drop Mercedes toy
With your moms butt naked cookin' eggs like Ving Rhames in Baby Boy
You know the outcome, you ain't about none
Smoke 'til my mouth numb
Hold the chopsticks at the top you know I'm upper class
Grab the sizzle beef with my teeth
Hop in the vehicle, lit the keef
Back in the streets, it's me

Yo this is Bam Bam and I'm representin' Flushing
Smokin' blueberry like a muffin
Yo I'm the one your lady lovin'
Just tell that bitch I need a scrubbin'
And don't forget the chicken in the oven
Never burn a dinner, spend cake on cheese
Red mirror lenses in the gray Oakley's
Flip out the plane with a cape on skis
Girl I really love it when you're dancin' on me
Dancin' on me, dancin' dancin' on me
No time flat I'm gonna be on TV
With a big batty gal, skin tropical
I'm doin' all the things you never seen possible
Blow the smoke out, the BBS's poke out
Daddy did the three-piece and mommy brought the cloak out
Nowadays you can catch me out in So Cal
Spendin' five stacks in a week in the grow house
Now I'm highed up, makin' popcorn
Flip the bag this side up
Then sit back on the couch




And let me put my penis in your mouth
Cause girl I really want some head tonight

Overall Meaning

In "Eggs On The 3rd Floor," Action Bronson addresses those who have underestimated him or questioned his worth. He begins by acknowledging their criticism and admitting that it brought out some of his flaws. However, he also acknowledges that he is perfect in his own way and is willing to step up to any challenge. He then proceeds to brag about his skills and abilities, comparing himself to legends like Robert Downey Jr. and Jean Claude, and showing off his wealth by referencing the luxury items he owns.


The chorus talks about his love for money and how it brings him joy. In addition to money, he also values his family, referring to his baby girl and baby boy as his other sources of happiness. He ends the song by switching back to his braggadocious persona and boasting about his sexual prowess.


Overall, "Eggs On The 3rd Floor" is a typical Action Bronson track that showcases his lyricism, confidence, and unique personality.


Line by Line Meaning

You said that I was worthless
Someone told me that I have no value


Sure enough the toxins came up to the surface
I started to feel bad about myself and the negative emotions surfaced


I'll take your oxygen I'm perfect
I don't need your approval or validation, I'll thrive on my own


Better bring your iron to the skirmish
If you want to fight me, you better be strong and ready


Step on heads of serpents, smoke detergent
I crush my enemies and use drugs to cope with the stresses of life


Robert Downey Jr., rotate image
Like Robert Downey Jr., I've been able to turn my life around and transform myself


Old money in the bag look like sauteed spinach bitch
I have a lot of money in my bag, it looks like cooked spinach


Manicurin' like a China, spin out the Beamer at the arena
I drive my BMW recklessly and take care of my nails like a Chinese person


Bitches spot me like a cheetah
Women notice and are attracted to me like a fast cheetah


Wild life, wild nights with your wife (twice, dyke)
I live a wild and crazy life, including having sex with other people's wives, and even a lesbian partner


Now who the one that be turnin' the wheel in the old Deville
I'm the one who rolls around driving my old Cadillac Deville


Step in the field, suckas know I'm real
I'm not afraid to take action and others know that I'm authentic and genuine


Long sword down the leg so I stand still
I keep a sword on me to show that I'm strong and not afraid to stand my ground


Red beard so I resemble Jim the Anvil
I have a red beard that makes me look like Jim the Anvil, a wrestler


Neidhart, ride dirty in the five sharp
I drive a car with tinted windows and not everything is legal


Hand skills, Jean Claude, fine art
I have great hand-to-hand combat skills like Jean Claude Van Damme, and it's like an art form


Put my head right through the Monet, ole
I'm so tough that I could break through a painting like it was nothing


All the drugs I smoke, my lungs are probably coal gray
I smoke a lot of drugs, and it's probably harmed my lungs


Ice on the Rolly, dykes on the pole play
I wear an expensive Rolex watch and watch women dance on a pole


Gravitatin' towards the money cause it brings me joy
I chase money because it makes me happy


Only thing next to my baby girl and baby boy
The only things that matter to me are my children


Drop Mercedes toy
I drive a Mercedes


With your moms butt naked cookin' eggs like Ving Rhames in Baby Boy
I'm having sex with your mom while she cooks eggs, like a scene from the movie Baby Boy with Ving Rhames


You know the outcome, you ain't about none
You already know what's going to happen, you're not about anything


Smoke 'til my mouth numb
I smoke a lot of drugs until my mouth goes numb


Hold the chopsticks at the top you know I'm upper class
I hold chopsticks properly, showing that I'm sophisticated and wealthy


Grab the sizzle beef with my teeth
I eat my food with style and skill, even grabbing beef with my teeth


Hop in the vehicle, lit the keef
I get in my car and smoke drugs while I'm driving


Back in the streets, it's me
I'm back in the streets, doing my thing


Yo this is Bam Bam and I'm representin' Flushing
I'm Action Bronson, and I'm representing Flushing, Queens


Smokin' blueberry like a muffin
I'm smoking a type of weed called blueberry like it's nothing


Yo I'm the one your lady lovin'
I'm the guy other guys wish they could be, and your lady loves me


Just tell that bitch I need a scrubbin'
Tell your girl that I want her to perform oral sex on me


And don't forget the chicken in the oven
Make sure you don't forget to cook our dinner


Never burn a dinner, spend cake on cheese
I never cook a bad dinner, and I spend a lot of money on cheese


Red mirror lenses in the gray Oakley's
I wear sunglasses with mirrored lenses from Oakley


Flip out the plane with a cape on skis
I go skiing and jump from a plane while wearing a cape


Girl I really love it when you're dancin' on me
I enjoy when a girl is dancing and grinding on me


Dancin' on me, dancin' dancin' on me
She is dancing on me and I love it


No time flat I'm gonna be on TV
I'm going to be on television soon


With a big batty gal, skin tropical
I'll be on TV with a woman who has a large butt and exotic skin color


I'm doin' all the things you never seen possible
I'm doing things that people never thought were possible


Blow the smoke out, the BBS's poke out
I exhale smoke and my car's shiny BBS wheels are visible


Daddy did the three-piece and mommy brought the cloak out
I wear a nice suit and my mother helped me accessorize with a coat


Nowadays you can catch me out in So Cal
These days you can find me in Southern California


Spendin' five stacks in a week in the grow house
I'm spending $5,000 per week on drugs and living in a building where drugs are grown


Now I'm highed up, makin' popcorn
I'm high on drugs and making popcorn


Flip the bag this side up
I flip the bag of popcorn over so it's labeled correctly


Then sit back on the couch
I relax on the couch


And let me put my penis in your mouth
Allow me to perform oral sex on you


Cause girl I really want some head tonight
I want you to perform oral sex on me tonight




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