Suzuki Peaches
Choker Lyrics


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What you want, nigga?
Man, I need that fuckin′ 449cc shit my nigga
That four stroke (ok)
Five speed, nigga (five speed)
Straight out the Suzuki catalog, you feel me?

Halo
Fire it up
Lighten it up, yeah, woo!

And it look like peaches in motion
On that side street we burning the ashphalt
It's my fault
I turned fast
My bad
Straight from the catalog (straight out the catalog)
You don′t want a honda
You don't want a Yamaha
Suzuki

Twisting ballerina
Whistle ocarina
That extendo seater (speed)
Spike like cowboy bebop
Yeah that rubber heat up
Baby can you keep up? Can you? Can you?

Red handles, ooh la la (he got the red joints)
Red handles, ooh la la
Red handles, ooh la la (he got the red joints)
Red handles (yes sir)

And when the paint job chip
It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is

I try not to
Think about it too much
Try not to
I'm not tripping
I′m not thinking about when we
Copped that
Take it to a shop for a paint job
You said you like apricot
I′m like nah, can't do that
Need that atomic tangerine
That glossy, that candy

And it look like peaches in motion
On that side street we cut up, cut up

Baby Napalm
Firecracker
Just because
I′ll open up for you
For you

Big talk, sike
Little talk, siding with the rush
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)




(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Choker's song "Suzuki Peaches" are about the singer enjoying the thrill of riding a Suzuki motorcycle through the streets. In the opening lines, he expresses his desire for a 449cc four-stroke engine with a five-speed transmission straight out of the Suzuki catalog, showing his passion for the brand. As he takes the motorcycle for a spin, he sees the world around him in a new light, with the peaches in motion appearing like a beautiful sight. He also admits to his mistakes of driving too fast and turning too quickly, causing him to apologize for his mistakes.


The song also references the design and features of the Suzuki motorcycle, such as the red handles, the extendo seater, and the bike's ability to heat up the rubber. The singer shares his memories of the bike, including taking it to the shop for a paint job, and his preference for atomic tangerine over apricot. The lyrics also mention Baby Napalm, a nickname given to a person who is a firecracker and opens up to the singer. The song ends with the singer feeling both confident and cautious as he rides his bike through the streets.


Overall, the lyrics of "Suzuki Peaches" reflect the thrill and excitement of riding a Suzuki motorcycle, as well as the nostalgia and memories associated with the experience.


Line by Line Meaning

What you want, nigga?
Asking a friend what they're looking for


Man, I need that fuckin' 449cc shit my nigga
Expressing a need for a specific type of motorcycle


That four stroke (ok)
Describing the motorcycle engine type


Five speed, nigga (five speed)
Describing the motorcycle transmission type


Straight out the Suzuki catalog, you feel me?
Talking about a Suzuki motorcycle model


Halo
Starting up the motorcycle


Fire it up
Starting up the motorcycle


Lighten it up, yeah, woo!
Accelerating the motorcycle


And it look like peaches in motion
Describing the appearance of the motorcycle on the street


On that side street we burning the ashphalt
Riding the motorcycle fast on a street


It's my fault
Taking responsibility for riding too fast


I turned fast
Riding the motorcycle fast


My bad
Apologizing for any consequences


Straight from the catalog (straight out the catalog)
Describing the origin of the motorcycle


You don't want a honda
Comparing the Suzuki to a Honda motorcycle


You don't want a Yamaha
Comparing the Suzuki to a Yamaha motorcycle


Suzuki
Mentioning the motorcycle brand


Twisting ballerina
Describing the motorcycle's maneuverability


Whistle ocarina
Comparing the sound of the motorcycle to a musical instrument


That extendo seater (speed)
Describing the motorcycle's seat


Spike like cowboy bebop
Comparing a feature of the motorcycle to an aspect of the Cowboy Bebop anime


Yeah that rubber heat up
Describing the heat generated by the motorcycle's tires


Baby can you keep up? Can you? Can you?
Asking a partner if they can keep up with the motorcycle's speed


Red handles, ooh la la (he got the red joints)
Describing the motorcycle's red handlebars


And when the paint job chip
Referring to a potential problem with the motorcycle's paint


It is what it is
Accepting a situation as it is


I try not to
Attempting to avoid thinking about something


Think about it too much
Avoiding dwelling on a situation


Try not to
Continuing to try and avoid thinking about something


I'm not tripping
Assuring oneself that they're not worrying too much


I′m not thinking about when we
Continuing to talk about not thinking about something


Copped that
Purchased the motorcycle


Take it to a shop for a paint job
Discussing a plan to alter the motorcycle's paint job


You said you like apricot
Referencing a conversation about color choice


I′m like nah, can't do that
Rejecting a color choice


Need that atomic tangerine
Describing the desired color


That glossy, that candy
Further describing the desired paint finish


Baby Napalm
A nickname given to a female partner


Firecracker
A term of endearment for a partner


Just because
Giving a reason for doing something without outright stating it


I′ll open up for you
Offering emotional vulnerability to a partner


Big talk, sike
Expressing bravado before retracting it


Little talk, siding with the rush
Preferring to act impulsively rather than think things through


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound


(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na na na)
Repeating a nonsensical sound




Writer(s): Jeff Kleinman, Christopher Lloyd

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