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.
Okay
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit
Than you could ever fathom
A big-head nigga
Couldn't even imagine
The shit I do
Most doers never done
I'ma fuck this beat
Ya bitch, ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow
Like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
Whats the word around this ho?
You'll get served around this ho
Yeah, you'll get served
Like a fucking hors d'ouvre around this ho
I don't splurge around no ho
No, I don't shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick
I be like, "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Strike you like a Bic head
Your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said
Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance
Proud to be Nae-Nae's dad
Gun on the waistline
Leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same
I am a Martian, this is Space Jam
No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen
Motherfucking caveman
Beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money
And I'm eating all the rest
Nigga, no offence
Sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
Ch-chill like, ch-chill like an Eskimo
Let's get mo'
Let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, "Let's get mo' bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh
Smokin on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me
No, I do three
At a T-I-M-E
Why when we
Say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all
And relay run to us
And payday comes sooner
Than later 'round here
And you see my sharks
Like they got some bait around here
Hey, you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there
Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care
Hold court, hearing, trial, and the case around there
I'm the best thing yet
I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wanna be fly
But don't know where their wings at
Had to pause for a minute
Now I'm right back in it
Like the drawers of the women
On a scale of 1 to 10
And my girl be a 20
My girls so bad
Make a nigga think he's sinnin'
My goons so gritty
My goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators, Matadors
Baboons, and those Grizzlies
All come out me
When I'm on the micropho-n-e
Mic check, 2, 3
I am different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty
Man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stuntin', but no, I'm just surviving
And I've been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free
And for meditation we
Smoke some better tasting weed
That you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P
As a tack
Hotter than
Riding through the desert on a camel back
I done been
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped
I ain't lying
I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft
And bring the whammies back
Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga's woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate
Hip-hop so contaminate
I swear, just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist
The God to these Evangelists
I dress all Los Angeles
But I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans
Yes, I go Pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches is so at me
And you know what they throw at me, ha
No Ceilings
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit
Than you could ever fathom
A big-head nigga
Couldn't even imagine
The shit I do
Most doers never done
I'ma fuck this beat
Ya bitch, ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow
Like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
Whats the word around this ho?
You'll get served around this ho
Yeah, you'll get served
Like a fucking hors d'ouvre around this ho
I don't splurge around no ho
No, I don't shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick
I be like, "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Strike you like a Bic head
Your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said
Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance
Proud to be Nae-Nae's dad
Gun on the waistline
Leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same
I am a Martian, this is Space Jam
No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen
Motherfucking caveman
Beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money
And I'm eating all the rest
Nigga, no offence
Sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
Ch-chill like, ch-chill like an Eskimo
Let's get mo'
Let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, "Let's get mo' bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh
Smokin on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I-I-I do me
No, I do three
At a T-I-M-E
Why when we
Say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all
And relay run to us
And payday comes sooner
Than later 'round here
And you see my sharks
Like they got some bait around here
Hey, you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there
Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care
Hold court, hearing, trial, and the case around there
I'm the best thing yet
I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wanna be fly
But don't know where their wings at
Had to pause for a minute
Now I'm right back in it
Like the drawers of the women
On a scale of 1 to 10
And my girl be a 20
My girls so bad
Make a nigga think he's sinnin'
My goons so gritty
My goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators, Matadors
Baboons, and those Grizzlies
All come out me
When I'm on the micropho-n-e
Mic check, 2, 3
I am different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty
Man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stuntin', but no, I'm just surviving
And I've been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free
And for meditation we
Smoke some better tasting weed
That you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P
As a tack
Hotter than
Riding through the desert on a camel back
I done been
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped
I ain't lying
I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft
And bring the whammies back
Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga's woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate
Hip-hop so contaminate
I swear, just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist
The God to these Evangelists
I dress all Los Angeles
But I love Miami though
I act so New Orleans
Yes, I go Pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches is so at me
And you know what they throw at me, ha
No Ceilings
Lyrics submitted by lookinginward, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Watch My Shoes Lyrics as written by Shelton Martin Jeremy Allen
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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no ceilings motherfucker goodmorning dick in your mouth why you yawning im going in, gudda why they started me marley why they started me i'll bring you to your front door like you ordered me back in this bitch but a lot more rich on my papa bear shit, need hot porridge got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom a big head nigga couldn't even imagine the shit i do most doers never done ima fuck this beat, your bitch who you better come better run this shit, i dont run from shit i still beat your ass like a fucking drumstick weezy fucking baby baby make the ladies come quick the money cant fit in my pockets but i bet that gun fit and im so unfit 'cause all i eat is rappers and these rappers ain't shit, i like my fast food faster syrup got me slow like a turtle around this hoe and im flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe whats the word around this hoe you get served around this hoe yeah you get served like a fucking h’ordeurve around this hoe i dont splurge around no hoe, no i dont shine in front no bitch 'cause after she get off my dick i be like find the front door bitch i dont know why the fuck your bitch keep coming by and i fuck your bitch 100 times what the fuck your bitch got on her mind, my fucking dick i call her dickhead, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bichead your flow sick, my shit dead, sillier than vic said, soulja boy, and arab you should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance i call it the nay nay dance, proud to be nay nays dad gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland we are not the same, im a martian, this is space jam no ceilings R-I-P amen, mothafuckin caveman beating on my chest young money cash money and im eating all the rest nigga no offence sorry if youre offended riding high like im on 54 inches man id rather chill with 54 bitches chi-chill like chi-chill like an eskimo le-lets get mo lets get mo bitches and i be like lets get mo bitches mr. officer stop arresting your bitches stop let the messy hos mess wit yo business mickey mouse cheese, hip hop walt disney sheesh gosh oshkosh b'gosh smokin on that bob marley listenin to pete tosh i do me, no i do three at A-T-I-M-E why when we say we young mula the bitches leave yall and relay run to us and payday comes sooner than later around here and you see my sharks like they got some bait around here hey, you better stop the hate around there before tommy mack and nina debate around there yeah, you see it in my face i don't care whole court hearing trial and the case around there im the best thing yet i know i got that thing wet errbody want to be fly but dont know where they wings at
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had to pause for a minute now im right back in it like the draws of the women on a scale of 1-10 and my girl be a 20 my girls so bad, make a nigga think he sinnin my goons so pretty my goons are so with me haters got to go on itunes to go get me gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzlys all come out me when im on the microphone (empty) mic check 2, 3 i'm different like blue pee and my girls be half naked like betty boop be like a hoopty, man the boy been ridin and i aint gasd up 'cause im more like a hybrid you think im stuntin but no im just survivin and ive been here but my soul is just arrivin look up in the air, its a crow, its a robin no ceilings full dose im prescribin medication free and for meditation we smoke some better tasting weed that youll ever taste or see S-H-A-R-P as a tac hotter than ridin through the desert on a camel back i done been ridin through wherever with the hammer strapped i aint lyin i could do whatever if im plannin that so i got my guns lets dance like fanny pack and we cooked that hard cut the soft bring the wammys back mafio bitch where yo mothafuckin family at call my nigga gudda if you tryna get your mami back all up in another nigga woman i be rammin that seein through these see through niggas like the laminate hip hop so contaminate i swear just examine it if im such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists i dress all los angeles but i love miami though i am so new orleans, yes i grew pistachios that means i go nuts on any beat they throw at me and the bitches is so at me and you know what they throw at me
Fucking awesome flow. Fucking lil wayne is amazing. Songs don't have much meanings but fuuuu he's good with words