Get Off The P.P
Action Bronson Lyrics


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Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign recital ? fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for ? an autobahn is where the cash drop
Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's style ?
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles
I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
Hands down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight

Yo, get off the next man's P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P

Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up
I like my bitches big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced inches like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem
Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn to bliss
I love it when the pussy tighter like a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it

Yo, get off the next man's P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P




Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P

Overall Meaning

In Action Bronson's "Get Off The P.P.," the rapper takes on a boastful tone as he talks about his skills and reputation as a drug dealer, graffiti artist, and tough guy in Queens. He opens the song with a call to action, urging listeners to lace up their Timberland boots and get ready to hit the streets. He brags about his ability to cook up a "mad plot" and make enough money to ride in fancy Benzes with glass tops. He also boasts about his skills with a gun, suggesting that he could wipe the floor with anyone who crosses him.


Despite his tough talk, Bronson also shows off his sense of humor by referencing the popular ShamWow infomercials and using wordplay to describe his love of women with curvy figures. He also showcases his lyrical skill by rhyming "tourniquet" with "converted it" and "murder it."


The repeated refrain of "Get off the P.P." serves as a warning to anyone who might try to steal Bronson's ideas, style, or profits. He demands that others be original and forge their own paths instead of copying his. Overall, "Get Off The P.P." is a gritty, streetwise song that showcases the multitalented Bronx native's abilities as both a rapper and a storyteller.


Line by Line Meaning

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
Prepare yourself, we're in Queens and ready to go, just stepped off the blacktop.


All foreign recital ? fiends on the backlot
There are foreign cars and drug fiends in the backlot.


Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
I'm always scheming and plotting in the back alleys.


The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
The money we make has us in luxury cars with a glass roof.


Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
There's hash in the car and we're driving fast.


I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
I'll leave someone in an abandoned building to die and not care about it.


One seven for ? an autobahn is where the cash drop
We're getting a lot of money and dropping it off on the autobahn.


Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
After we get the money, we'll distribute it to those who don't have any.


I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild
I'm 26 and act like a child.


'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's style ?
I'm jumping out of the car with a machete and wearing Polo gear.


Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles
I have great fighting and graffiti skills.


I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
I will easily defeat you and clean up with your face like a ShamWow.


Hands down, one motherfucker
I'm the best, hands down.


260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
We're a force to be reckoned with, a powerful team.


The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate
My music can increase the crime rate due to its intense bass and lyrics.


Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight
I'm teaching people how to hold a gun properly.


Yo, get off the next man's P.P
Stop copying others and be original.


Be original, kid, get off the P.P
I'm emphasizing the importance of individuality and being unique.


Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up
We have drugs and money ready to go.


I like my bitches big-body like an old truck
I prefer women with large bodies, similar to old trucks.


With their waists sliced inches like the cold cuts
Their waists are extremely thin, like slices of cold cuts.


Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up
I've been in a bad place before, but I've overcome it.


Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes
My voice is so seductive it can make a woman's toes curl.


Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
If you mess with us, we'll hurt you badly.


Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes
We're smoking hash and feeling good, like we're becoming one with the universe.


Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
We're getting in a Cadillac and taking someone to be killed and left by a muddy road.


A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
I'm a terrible person, just like Steve Martin's character in the movie Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.


Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
Our drugs are so amazing, even the magazine Fiend Weekly gave them a great review.


I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem
I'm driving through East Harlem while smoking marijuana.


Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
I'm so crazy, you might as well put me in a cage in your basement.


German shift, twist, burn to bliss
We're shifting gears in a German car, enjoying the ride.


I love it when the pussy tighter like a tourniquet
I prefer when a woman's vagina is very tight.


Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it
We bought some drugs and are now preparing them for sale.


Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it
We're rolling up drugs in a Dutch cigar, and we're going to use it to do something dangerous.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ARIYAN ARSLANI

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Comments from YouTube:

@GalakticAck

For those who were asking, the bass line is one of the most famous riffs in the jazz world. Dizzy Gillespie - A Night In Tunesia. My two cents, he doesn't really rap like Ghost, just has a similar timbre to his voice.

@kemicon

One of the illest MCs ever.

@KNuckleZification

I swear this guy is quickly becoming one of my favorites.... Real shit

@johnkauderer3072

this is one of those tracks you have to rewind three, maybe four times. Bronsolino, Queens represent. Keep going the right way. Bob Stern Way.

@kpetit1386

That base is from an old jazz tune, "A Night in Tunisia"

@ruairi15

N Vannote there are websites devoted to this cause

@dertyp5222

connoisseur of samples

@wutang36chambers76

Dizzy Gillespie

@easyyeye

Glooks ur good man

@sumoslap1973

Not hating on anyone, but if you don’t know A Night in Tunisia you don’t fucking know what Jazz is.

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