The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
They on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
[Verse 1 - Lil Boosie]:
I'm Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it goes down
from my hood to yo hood, man
we making money
in the club we poppin bottles
the room we hitting models
rollin through the bottom
all the kids holla 'Boosie'
this life a nigga livin
like I'm starring in a movie
fresh out the jacuzzi
a little powder on my chest
got thirty on my neck
turkey mell just cut ya check
now I'm zoomin' in my Charger
on them 24's
got a thing about BigHead
Pimp so slow ya roll
ice cold from my neck to my wrist
we gettin paid
on my feet I got them J's
play with me I got them things
red Gucci shades
me and Joc gettin' paid
now the whole United States
takin pictures all day
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin
With a fresh pair of shades
Makin that money
Everybody gettin paid
And everything lovely
And I'm doing my thing
My thing
My thing
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]:
Every day im hustlin
They think I'm Rick Ross
As soon I fuck em'
tell the hoes to get lost
a lot of niggas mad
they all pissed off
If a nigga think he bad
tell him 'Jump' like 'Kris Kross'
I pop a triple tag
what the wrist cost
you could see me splurge
help break us off
just ask my nigga Boosie
he tell you what it is
face card good
cuz the face card trill
if you got a problem
I suggest you head home
you in the red zone
nigga get ya head gone
don't hit me on the chirp
nigga that the fed phone
talkin' bout the work
nigga you dead wrong
I keep them beams
for them hoes sellin' dreams
no hoes on team
I like my clothes hrisp and clean
I like my doe crisp and clean
64 on lean
that my nigga
get that work for them feigns
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin
With a fresh pair of shades
Makin that money
Everybody gettin paid
And everything lovely
And I'm doing my thing
My thing
My thing
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
[Verse 3 - Lil Boosie]:
I be zoomin' in my drop top
mobbin' through the city
fresh fade
fresh J's
with two bad bitches
one named Sara
one named Tina
together they make weather like Katrina
they a fool shawty
red she a ruff rider
she get on back of that motorbike
and all you see is back on that motorbike
I drive fast car
they call me Nascar
but I'm in love with that hemi
get retarded
in Ferraris
I get loose in the coup
paranoid like Pac
so I keep that glock
when I zoom zoom
man after that
lets get a room room
I need a dime piece
a fine freak
get on back
you can ride on the bike
or in the 'Lac
now we got everybody zoomin'
the lil' kids zoomin'
look like you got a hit Boosie
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin
With a fresh pair of shades
Makin that money
Everybody gettin paid
And everything lovely
And I'm doing my thing
My thing
My thing
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
We in here
Get off the pedal like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
And all my girls like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
And all my thugs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
Look at it
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
They on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
[Verse 1 - Lil Boosie]:
I'm Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it goes down
from my hood to yo hood, man
we making money
in the club we poppin bottles
the room we hitting models
rollin through the bottom
all the kids holla 'Boosie'
this life a nigga livin
like I'm starring in a movie
fresh out the jacuzzi
a little powder on my chest
got thirty on my neck
turkey mell just cut ya check
now I'm zoomin' in my Charger
on them 24's
got a thing about BigHead
Pimp so slow ya roll
ice cold from my neck to my wrist
we gettin paid
on my feet I got them J's
play with me I got them things
red Gucci shades
me and Joc gettin' paid
now the whole United States
takin pictures all day
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin
With a fresh pair of shades
Makin that money
Everybody gettin paid
And everything lovely
And I'm doing my thing
My thing
My thing
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]:
Every day im hustlin
They think I'm Rick Ross
As soon I fuck em'
tell the hoes to get lost
a lot of niggas mad
they all pissed off
If a nigga think he bad
tell him 'Jump' like 'Kris Kross'
I pop a triple tag
what the wrist cost
you could see me splurge
help break us off
just ask my nigga Boosie
he tell you what it is
face card good
cuz the face card trill
if you got a problem
I suggest you head home
you in the red zone
nigga get ya head gone
don't hit me on the chirp
nigga that the fed phone
talkin' bout the work
nigga you dead wrong
I keep them beams
for them hoes sellin' dreams
no hoes on team
I like my clothes hrisp and clean
I like my doe crisp and clean
64 on lean
that my nigga
get that work for them feigns
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin
With a fresh pair of shades
Makin that money
Everybody gettin paid
And everything lovely
And I'm doing my thing
My thing
My thing
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
[Verse 3 - Lil Boosie]:
I be zoomin' in my drop top
mobbin' through the city
fresh fade
fresh J's
with two bad bitches
one named Sara
one named Tina
together they make weather like Katrina
they a fool shawty
red she a ruff rider
she get on back of that motorbike
and all you see is back on that motorbike
I drive fast car
they call me Nascar
but I'm in love with that hemi
get retarded
in Ferraris
I get loose in the coup
paranoid like Pac
so I keep that glock
when I zoom zoom
man after that
lets get a room room
I need a dime piece
a fine freak
get on back
you can ride on the bike
or in the 'Lac
now we got everybody zoomin'
the lil' kids zoomin'
look like you got a hit Boosie
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin
With a fresh pair of shades
Makin that money
Everybody gettin paid
And everything lovely
And I'm doing my thing
My thing
My thing
Everybody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We on them dubs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
We in here
Get off the pedal like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
And all my girls like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
And all my thugs like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
Look at it
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
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